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Rolling his eyes, Trevor stooped to kiss Gretchen and hesitated a moment, debating whether he should send her in the kitchen to scrounge something for herself or give into demands. He kissed her, deeply, waiting until he felt her hands wrapping around his neck before pulling away. "For Salazar's sake can we get a drink now?" He waved his wand and summoned his jacket from it's spot on the couch.