Darrian listened to Quintus describing his garden, surprised, especially at the small smile decorating the older man's face when he talked about it. That someone who seemed so listlessly bored when he was not engaged in intimacy could have such a small, trivial hobby was unusual.
"I'd never have tagged you as a gardener," Darrian smiled, continuing to stroke Quin's hair, fingers brushing against his ears gently, intentionally. "Full of surprises, aren't you?"