Corinth hissed, wiggling his wounded shoulder a little underneath Cal's mouth to give him something to play with.
Corinth grinned when Cal's needs changed, quite pleased with this new one. He'd briefly considered using a song to shift Cal's attention, but that seemed underhanded and selfish--not the sort of thing an angel would do. That it had happened anyway was just gravy.
He wouldn't have minded the woods, but the bedroom was fine, too. Whatever Cal liked.