"You could come to my place instead." Suggested Cass, looking a bit sheepish at the notion. "I think... I think Soren's staying at the castle tonight." He looked up at Charles with a slightly quirked brow. "Pretty damn sure, at least." And if he wasn't, he would be. Dammit.
Cassidy stayed in motion the entire time, still enjoying the closeness and the heat they produced, seeming to be perpetually amused that nobody thought twice about a long haired shirtless hippiespawn was dancing with a guy in a business shirt and 800 dollar shoes.