Fountain: James and Gilderoi
"Rarely," Gil retorted, not in the habit of indulging people when it came to these things. But then James drew closer and whatever else James was - a vampire, angry, unhinged - he was still James. Unearthly pretty and almost as fascinating as Galad.
A brief respite from this party would not be the worst idea.
"Is there discretion involved in this alcove?" Gil whispered back, his lips brushing over James' earlobe. "And then after? Would you rather not wait until the dance is over before I make you scream out my name?"