As happy as I'm ever gonna be

Still in the dark about what Samuel was talking about Loren's brow furrowed slightly. "Sure." His voice came out tentatively. Thankfully, Mia proved a welcome and timely distraction, and he knelt to give her some affectionate scratches. Once she was satisfied, they both stood up. As the redhead explained the bathroom was upstairs, the healer just stared at the other man. "What?" Then some instinct kicked in (helped along by the liquor) and understanding dawned. Flushing a furious crimson, the Launceleyn hesitated in the doorway, shifting his weight awkwardly from side to side. "Oh." For a moment, he just stood there, trying to gather his scattered thoughts and recover from his surprise. Then, however, something shifted, and he found himself regarding Samuel with eyes that suddenly glittered with something dark and hungry. The flush changed, not that the redhead would know that, turning from embarrassment to heat, one matched by the fire pooling in the healer's gut from the alcohol and the anticipation. "Yes. Yes, I would like that." He gestured for the redhead to lead the way. Assuming he did, the Launceleyn would stalk behind, almost predatory in the motions. After all, he was trying to less dull, and his last attempt had been less than successful. Maybe this time would go better. Plus, he remembered exactly how bites felt. LOREN Not quite an open book