"Good Lord," Henry quipped quietly and drunkenly, "I think she's learnt how not to have to breathe."
He shook his head, clearing it enough to register both Charles' and Anthony's words. Henry rolled his eyes, annoyed at the very idea that Brandon would waste his energy on questioning him instead of bedding one of the very fine women that surrounded them.
"For pity's sake, Charles, calm down. It's not as though we've never bedded the same woman before."