Soren loved kissing Cass. He tasted at once both familiar and exciting, and he made Soren's heart skip enough beats where he sometimes worried if it was normal. He nodded to Cass' idea, and smiled, pulling on shoes and a jacket as well.
Once he'd pissed himself, he rinsed his hands with a water spell, then dried his hands with a wind spell. When he reunited with Cass, he took the bowl and then dried Cass' hands off. "You're going to get hypothermia," he murmured.