Tanek & Nick
Nick didn't know what X was either, but it was irrelevant. He shook his head at the offer to try it. "No. I'll leave that to you. I don't need drugs to enjoy myself at a party like this." He leaned in and kissed Tanek again. Truth be told, Nick didn't want to lose his senses completely. He might talk. He might say something that Sorin wouldn't say. He might even give away that he wasn't Sorin, that Sorin was back where he belonged and was never going to come back. No drugs - not for moral opposition, but for self-preservation. There was no way Nick was going to risk going back.
"Now there's an excellent question," Nick chuckled as Tanek began pulling at his shirt. Nick raised his arms, letting the piece of fabric be removed from his body. The tattoos were all there. The scars and other marks, like the darker smokey image that Sorin had been born with, they were all there too, but on the reverse side.
Nick cupped Tanek's cheek and kissed him again. "Now you."