Carrick tucked a strand of golden hair behind Samandriel's ear. "By all means. Take your time. I'm going to call in on Hermes." He indicated the kettle and tray of teas and coffees that stood on the room's bureau. "Make yourself a drink while you wait for your food, if you like. I won't be too long. I don't intend to waste a moment of our day together."
With another kiss, he departed the suite and made his way down the corridor to Hermes' room. His slave was still sprawled across the bed, seemingly taking up as much room as was humanly possible. He sat down on the bed and poked Hermes' shoulder.