Morgan reached for the glass of bourbon he had tucked away on a side table, draining it all in one swallow, and nearly choking on it in the process.
"Yeaah River," he drawled, giving an amused smile, almost against his will. Without the alcohol, it might not have seemed so funny.
"She has her own particular way of saying things. But no, Simon and I don't copulate. I wouldn't want him to think that I'd only keep him if he did. No, I haven't copulated in a very, very long time."
Morgan licked his lips and leaned it toward Dean. He could feel the warmth coming off of the boy, and it was horribly tempting.