The touch of Mirza's skin was cool against Shae's stomach, and he wriggled at the unexpected sensation. This was definitely not how he'd envisioned his evening; a couple of beers and some late night infomercials, maybe, but that was only because of the stress-induced insomnia he'd known would be plaguing him. But this...well, he definitely wouldn't be sleeping now.
His cigarette had long ago burned away to ashes, and he didn't even notice as it fell discarded to the cushions beside them. He braced an arm against the other man's back, as if in preparation for a move. The fluid grace with which his companion moved wasn't lost on Shae, and he pulled back fractionally from their embrace to look him in the eye.
"'Dere may be anot'er pair of eyes on you t'night," he returned, the dark brown color of his irises deepening to a much blacker shade. Then, "Where?"