"Cheers," Sirius echoed as he took the bottle from Lorcan. He lifted his bottle before taking a drink from it. It was longer than he had meant it to be, something he was rather bashful over once he set it down.
"I don't really know any of these." He murmured, looking over the cds again. He preferred that to paying attention to the way Lorcan smelled. He usually dismissed it as just part of being a vampire-- comforting, in a way. Right now? That musky smell, old leather and tobacco, that was distinctly Lorcan was too hard to ignore. Or was it distinctly Sirius?
He knew Lorcan could hear his heartbeat and it was entirely unfair.