"There you are," Damon smiled. With the blood in and wounds closed, his attention settled on the man next to him. He shined too. Alex was just as golden, yet he hadn't the refinement just yet.
His hand reached up to pull Alex closer for a proper kiss. "You get that at least. Dinner whenever you want. I'll cook. Sex, too. If you want a bar in your honor, might have to do a bit more. Just don't run." He could offer a lot. He also could fuck up a lot. He was trying not to, learning from mistakes, doing better. He wasn't going to rush it either.
He gave him another kiss, then dropped back to see the green eyes that seemed to change secondary shades, sometimes more brown, and others more blue. "I knew a dreamer who could take you anyplace you wanted by thinking about it. It was a dream gift. I'd offer to steal you away somewhere, but I didn't get that talent."