Dion turns his face into Joshua's hair and dares to flick his tongue over his earlobe. And already, this far more daring than he'd ever been in a room full of witnesses. His heart hammers in his chest.

"What I wish to do, and what is strategically sound are rather different courses of action at present," he says lowly, skimming his clawtips through Joshua's ruffles once again. "Alas, I do not have any oil upon my person. Mmn. Mayhap a retreat, to arrive home before the other two.."