Aidan shook his head. Of course Dean would go for mudwrestling. Of course. And of course he'd already experienced it. And of course he'd gotten both wrestlers into bed with him after. It wasn't a surprise anymore, but it was still funny.
"No. Not cold, or clammy." Aidan agreed. Though he could get cold if he went too long without feeding, he never got clammy. He had no idea how vampires got the reputation of being cold and clammy, or the one that said they smelled like snakes. The elders often spread rumors to help hide vampires over the years, but that was not one of them. He supposed, though, that it did help them hide just a little better.
"I might have, once upon a time." Aidan admitted, about smelling like death. "Like all predators do. I might have smelled like death when I was Death."
He wasn't moving. He didn't know what to do with the situation. The touches from Dee stirred a longing within him, but he didn't know how to take any of this.