Well, that had been something of a let-down. Ethan pouted, and refused to move. He put his hands by Rupert's head and stared down at him. The pout faded to a lascivious grin. He leaned close and purred, "Maybe I'm in the mood."
He pulled away several beats later, coming to sit beside Giles. "I just thought you ought to know that there seems to be a case of cursed clothing around. That Davan bloke was ready to hit me."