Soren's mind had been on his stupid grandmother - which she was only in genetics, and even then, Soren hated to admit that. He was glad for the reprieve from thinking about her and how much he wanted to stab her. He was enjoying ogling Sable's (perfect) legs, and he took the glass of wine from Cass, absentmindedly chilling it with a finger.
"Do you guys need help with anything? Extra heat?" He swallowed hard after having said that and shook his head a bit to keep his mind from going places it shouldn't around Cass' girlfriend. That would be weird.