K’rin laughed. “Star is a good size, but I think for a full skin we’d need more flitter help. Sadly.” He scooted out from beneath her and rolled out of bed, stretching still-sore muscles as he padded out of the room to call down the chute for wine. It didn’t take long to return and he gave her his best scandalized look. “Staring is rude you know,” he admonished, kneeling back onto the mattress beside her and popping the cork on the skin. “No glasses, we’ll have to share. Once she took the wine from him he got back under the covers, sitting up so that his back was against the headrest and dragging her up by the armpits to sit in front of him. It was warm, comfortable, comforting, and more than a bit arousing. He was looking forward to doing something about that in the morning. “I spoil you.”