"Besides, I like to bogart all of his goodies," Soren grinned, moving to kiss Cass on the cheek. "If they're ready, I can go get them. Sable, do you want something to drink?" He kissed her as well, running fingers through his finally dry hair. He felt sheepish and awkward, unsure of what to say precisely. Sable? Cass and I want to fuck you, hope that's not weird.