Roman was not the type to become attached to any one person. The concept of a relationship of any kind was understood though not necessarily practiced. He was used to being alone with company. And of course he had rules of his own that he never broke in an effort to keep himself safe.
So the idea of sharing himself with anyone was fine. He considered momentarily what Noah may have felt about it but then both of them were technically still strangers themselves and there was no definitive bond. “Who could say no to a party like that?” Roman quipped. “And you aren’t going anywhere.” To the pyrokinetic he would grin, and then his gaze would lift to Arrow.
A sip from his drink would be taken while he waited for Noah to chime in.