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His eyes fluttered as his hair was pet and he couldn't help but grin slightly, "It's not straining. I'm just trying my best." He retorted. He greedily ran his hands over Roland's body as his layers were shed, big hands dragging over his pale skin. He laughed merrily against the councilman's lips when Roland used his speed and strength to flip them, not struggling in the slightest when he was put on his back. The kiss broke and he hummed, tipping his head to the side to allow Roland more room to kiss, but the vampire was already moving down.

Cassian's back arched at Roland's ministrations. He whined in his throat at the attention to his chest, his abs. He had zero patience and wanted to try and urge things along, but he knew that when Roland had his mind set on something, he was an immovable force. He lifted his hips to help get his pants down, doing one better and slipping them off completely to leave himself bare for Roland's taking.

The teasing tongue on his cock made him gasp. The fangs in his thigh made him outright moan. Cassian let his head drop back as Roland bit him, hot blood streaming right into his mouth from the artery. His cock lay flat against his belly, flush and aching, as Roland pulled those mouthfuls to drink. Cassian cupped the side of the vampire's face with one hand, thumb trailing over a high cheekbone, as his other encircled the base of his cock. He gripped tight, staving off his pleasure because he knew more was to come.

Roland tutted, mock scolding, though his eyes still sparkled. "I thought that might improve with age." He barely got the tease out before Cassian was working his tongue over him and Roland made a soft sound. It got louder when the dragon took him into his mouth, his fingers tightening in Cassian's hair as his head fell back against the arm of the couch. He rolled his hips slowly with Cassian's rhythm, enjoying the vibrations of his moans and shivering as he sucked on him. He was very good with his mouth and Roland clearly appreciated it.

Why had it been so long since they'd done this again? Roland could hardly remember. Likely because they hadn't been in the same place for quite some time. Now that they were, they were most definitely have to make more of a habit of it. Roland was hardly lacking for sexual partners but long time friends were quite different from slaves, obviously. It certainly helped that Cassian so clearly admired him as well and that was exactly the kind of attention Roland loved soaking up.

He gasped as Cassian took him nearly all the way in, pleasure sparking through him at the feel of it, breath stuttering out as Cassian pulled back. Roland stroked his fingers through his hair soothingly as he recovered. "You needn't strain yourself with me." He murmured, like a reminder. "You've proven how much you missed me though." The teasing was back and he finally pulled his fingers from Cassian's hair so he could strip out of his top layers, shedding waistcoat and shirt quickly then carelessly tossed the expensive clothing away. He cupped Cassian's face and pulled him up slowly again, catching his lips in another heated kiss even as he used his strength and speed to flip them and put Cassian on his back. "My turn now." He purred against his lips, smiling as he trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. Roland moved more slowly than Cassian had, perhaps to show his patience in comparison to Cassian's. He dragged his hands down his sides, made sure to trail his tongue and teeth over each of Cassian's nipples, kissed and nipped at his abs before he finally got down between his legs. He had the dragon's pants undone and pulled down soon enough, ran his tongue along the length of him teasingly and glanced up at him. "I haven't tasted you in so long..." He circled the sensitive head of Cassian's cock for a moment but then dipped his head down to his inner thigh. Roland dropped a few kisses there then extended his fangs and sank them in, moaning as the blood filled his mouth and he started to drink.

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He let out a little breath, a zip of electricity lighting up over his teeth as he gave a small grin. He chased the feeling with his tongue, a habit he likely would never break. A tell he'd never be able to hide when he was nervous. Although this thing with Gwyn was undefined, Cassian already knew he wanted more. It was far too soon to say anything about it if he was going to say something at all, but he still wanted. He was a greedy thing and he wanted to covet Gwyn like he had never wanted to covet another person before. He didn't understand it. So it was best to just go with the flow. Maybe seeing other people was a good thing.

"I, well -- Uh," Cassian stuttered, "I don't know. Maybe you should know about one? You know my friend who convinced me to come here? He's actually a councilman. Roland de Rochefort. We've known each other a long time and we just sort of leave things and then pick them back up when we see each other again. It's been going on for... At least two centuries."

Cassian admired Roland a great deal and had since he had been a wyrmling. There had always been something about how grandiose the vampire acted, how smooth and certain he seemed to be. He was powerful and held a powerful position. The dragon in Cassian would always have stars in his eyes about it. He shifted his coat to help wrap Gwyn up more inside it. Cassian knew the sith probably didn't mind the cold all things considered but that didn't mean that Cassian couldn't lend his immense warmth.

"My patients are few and far between, don't worry," he chuckled deeply, "I spend most of my time doing research for personal projects. If you come to visit, I'll actually take breaks."

Cassian's hand was a welcome weight, the perfect encouragement for Gwyn to lean sideways against him and get comfortable against the dragon's shoulders as he sipped his drink with a soft noise of satisfaction. Sweet and rich and perfect, by the sith's metrics. There wouldn't be nearly enough to give him a buzz, but the point was more to make the cocoa palatable to his stomach. There was little to do done about the whipped cream, but Gwyn had already committed himself to suffering a little later to enjoy such small pleasures now.

"Dabbled, eh?" He wiggled his brows at the other as Cassian met his eyes, picking up the implied meaning easily, "Glad to see you're fitting in without a hitch. Not that I had any doubt!" They'd met off a one-night stand, after all, clearly Cassian was used to these kinds of things and he was handsome enough to catch plenty of attention. "Anyone interesting? Anyone I should know about?"

His smile widened at the invitation, Gwyn immediately warmed by the notion. He nestled a little closer, pillowing his cheek against Cassian's coat. It was hard to resist the urge to get comfortable around the dragon. "Careful, doctor. Your other patients will start making complaints if you let me take up all your time."

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Charlie was so damn pretty. On his knees, some of Cassian's cock in his hot mouth and his hair mussed from Cassian's fingers? A vision, really, and they were just getting started. He pet through the strands to purposely muss them up a bit more before his hand cupped the back of Charlie's head to firmly guide him to take more of his length.

Cassian wasn't exactly bossy during sex. At least, he didn't think so. He just knew what he wanted and he was greedy about both his and his partner's pleasure. That was the point, wasn't it? Mutual orgasms? He could get into moods where he was more dominant but overall, he just wanted what he wanted. And right now, he wanted whatever Charlie was going to give him and he'd enjoy every little minute of it.

"Get it nice and wet," he breathed, his other hand coming away from the base of his cock so he could settle his palm at Charlie's cheek. He brushed his thumb over the crest of his cheekbone gently, "Use that pretty mouth."

The younger dragon relaxed into the grip in his hair, letting Cassian pull him forward, a pleased noise sounding from Charlie. His gaze flicked up to lock with the other man's as he turned his head and opened his mouth slightly, lips wrapping around Cassian's cock. The slave's tongue teased for a few seconds at the sensitive head, swirling lightly before Charlie slowly took more of him, curious with the hand in his hair if Cassian planned on taking charge here.

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Cassian was someone who didn't like confrontation. He knew he was still young for a dragon and he might have been strong naturally but he was not a fighter. He barely even shifted at all, not even just a little bit. It was better to know who to avoid to lessen the chance of something happening.

He nodded, committing those names to memory. He vaguely knew the councilmen from seeing them in the media occasionally but he paid extra attention to the other two names. He didn't intend to mix with the crowd from the castle, not yet at least, but he might encounter some of them when he went up there to see Roland.

"Your master is that bad?" he questioned with a little wince of sympathy, "I mean. Having any kind of master would be bad but I mean -- Enough to tell me to avoid him?"

"Well, that depends on what you're into," Finn laughed. He found the question amusing coming from a villager –– normally this was an opener between senior and new slaves in the Undercroft. "The usual list of names from me typically come from the masters and councilmen. Some o' them are pretty alright," he clarified. As "alright" as they could be when paying of their own will to stay in a sex slave castle for the slaves. "Top names are usually Raiden Proulx and Raphael De Luca from the council, then I'd throw in my own master Gareth Bradbury and his fledgling Hunter Calligan. The last two aren't the worst compared to the council bastards, I'd say."

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The dragon allowed himself to be bullied into the chair, carefully sitting so his weight didn't topple it backwards. He'd had enough of falling tonight, thank you. He was patient as Gwyn situated himself, Cassian rested one warm hand at the small of the sith's back as his other held his cup. He watched with amusement as Gwyn doctored his drink. He should have expected it. Whatever alcohol it was definitely had a reddish hue and he had no doubt it was blood.

"Well," he started slowly, eyes going up towards the dark sky as he thought to himself, "I've made a friend of one of my colleagues at work. His name's Ravi. He reminds me of university friends I've had over the years. I've... Dabbled. Meeting other people." He looked Gwyn in the eyes as he said it and although they were just friends, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. He had no doubt that Gwyn was probably seeing other people too. Nothing was written in stone. He quickly moved on.

"You can come harass me all you like at work or at home. I'm not nearly as busy as I used to be at other practices and I like seeing you."

Gwyn beamed as he was offered his own little cup. "Excellent," He chirped, "Such a gentleman you are. Sit, sit!" Low adirondack-style seats had been scattered about the park, of course painted festive colors, and the sith was quick to shoo Cassian down into one. Once the dragon seemed comfortable, he perched himself up on one of the wide, flat armrests and stretched his legs contentedly across the other's lap, letting his snowy boots dangle over the edge so not to ruin Cassian's trousers any further. Once balanced properly, Gwyn clasped the cup between his thighs and made for the slim flask he'd stowed away in his pocket, dumping in a healthy measure of blood-tinged bourbon. It paid to always be prepared.

"So you've been a proper denizen of our lovely village a good stretch of time now," Gwyn started with a grin as he screwed the top of his flask back on, looking to Cassian expectantly, "You have to tell me what you make of it. Any new discoveries? Exciting encounters? You're no longer a vagabond bound to the hotel anymore, I know. I can't believe I haven't come to harass you at work yet." Though to be fair, the sith had done plenty of harassing over the phone when it came to Cassian's hours on the clock...

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As Charlie drew back, Cassian kissed at whatever he could reach of him. Cheek, jaw, neck -- Until he was going down on his knees and undoing his fly. Cassian's cock came free, hard and nearly aching. He huffed and reached down to slide his fingers through Charlie's hair, pulling him forward enough to slide the thick length of his cock over his cheek and the edge of his mouth. He gripped the base and tapped the tip against those pretty lips with a breathless grin.

Charlie chuckled as he was pushed back against the door, his lips parting seconds later against Cassian's at the feel of the older man's teeth. The slave's fingers curled loosely in the bigger man's shirt, his hips rolling up eagerly against Cassian's when the man sucked at his lower lip. Electricity suddenly zipping between them get a startled little noise from Charlie, but he hummed quietly once Cassian was kissing him again, eagerly reacting to the man's tongue sliding against his own. He explored the older dragon's mouth, moaning softly at the taste of him and then somewhat reluctantly drew back so that he could slide down onto his knees in front of Cassian, reaching out to start quickly undoing his pants.

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Cassian toyed with the edge of the napkin. He'd had his moments where he met someone and fell right into bed with them but it was always preceded by flirting and at least a little bit of banter. It was good to know there were some people around here who'd be similar. It wasn't that Cassian had a hard time meeting people per se, but he tended to come off as... Well, a goof. He could turn it on when the chemistry was right but he always needed to get comfortable first.

"Is there anybody I should avoid?" he asked suddenly. Finn seemed knowledgeable about the place and its denizens.

"Chemistry is important," Finn agreed, nodding. "As is a solid banter for those who appreciate some verbal exchange before jumpin' each others' bones. You ought to find some of that around 'ere easily."

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Cassian nodded and gripped Charlie's hand firmly as he followed hot on his heels. He made note of where they were going in the back of his mind but the forefront was busy thinking about kissing the younger dragon again. He got his wish soon enough when they reached the room. He pushed Charlie back against the closed door, one hand braced on his hips and the other above his head. He licked into his mouth filthy and mostly tongue and teeth. He sucked at Charlie's lower lip gently and when he exhaled and released it, a thin shard of electricity connected their mouths like a string of saliva. It was a quick zip, a static shock. He chased away the sensation with another kiss, tongue sliding over Charlie's with need.

The younger dragon couldn't help a pleased little grin as Cassian tried to chase after his mouth. Tempting as it was to just kiss him again and maybe go slightly further than that, Charlie preferred to get somewhere private as soon as possible. "There's some VIP sections that Raphael has. I think if you're with me, you should be okay to use them." If not, he'd face whatever repercussions came his way. "C'mon, they're not far." He took Cassian's hand and started to tug him in the right direction, trying his best to be patient. Once they reached the room, Charlie pulled the older man into the room and shut the door, pulling him down for a more heated kiss this time.

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Gwyn's giggle made Cassian want to always smile in answer. It was such a pretty, lilting sound that reminded him of wind chimes or little bells. It felt like Gwyn had some secret little joke that he was constantly teasing to tell. Cassian let out a gentle breath and grinned, knowing fully well that whatever Gwyn had was not something he could probably stand to truly drink.

He was glad when Gwyn indulged him. He was even more so when the sith took the steps to get closer, sneaking his arms under his jacket to hug around him. His expression softened with fondness and he touched the back of Gwyn's head to pet at his hair for a moment before focusing on the task at hand. He blushed ever so slightly at the attendant's own reaction to them. Cassian ordered with a straight face despite a vague pinkness flushing at his neck. He handed over cash to pay before his wallet disappeared into his pocket again. He wasn't typically generous with others. He was a greedy dragon who hoarded his money carefully. Unless they were a good friend, he didn't ever offer to pay. But Gwyn was... A good friend.

They got their drinks and Cassian carried both carefully in one big hand so he could wrap an arm around Gwyn's lithe shoulders and shuffle him along to a quiet place to enjoy their drinks and people watch. He offered Gwyn one of the paper cups, "Here."

"Saucy, eh?' Gwyn wiggled his eyebrows with a playful giggle, utterly amused by the mundanity of Cassian's sins, "I'd offer you a sip of what I've got in my flask, but I daresay it wouldn't sit well with your stomach." As if the sith would ever let himself be caught unawares without some kind of tipple on his person. Krovs might be accommodating to its vampiric clientele, but the outside world where he typically ran amok was not so prepared to handle Gwyn specific needs.

He was delighted by the way to dragon cuddled up to him, leaning into Cassian's broad, warm body without a moment's hesitance. It was always Gwyn's way to treat even new friends as if he'd known them for decades. Cassian seemed to be the same and he was going to bask in that feeling as long as he could. The sith wrapped his arms around the other's middle, sneaking them under Cassian's coat, his head tucking more comfortably up against his chest. "Another of whatever you want, darling," Gwyn flashed the attendant a broad smile, who was clearly bemused by the sight of them so entwined, "It only seems fair after you've capitulated to what I wanted."

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His gaze roamed over Kell's face from his eyes to his lips and back again. So handsome. It hadn't truly been his intention to try and chat Kell up when he'd first seen him but now it was happening and he couldn't stop or even really deny himself. He leaned in just a little closer as Kell did, eyes flickering to his lips again briefly.

"I'd be more than happy to keep you warm with more than just my jacket," Cassian said in a low voice. "If you wanted."

The little zip of electricity across Cassian's teeth was hard to miss and Kell looked more closely at him, the human's head tipped slightly. He'd been around so many different species since becoming a slave that it was pretty easy for him to identify them these days. He assumed something like a dragon for Cassian, not really all that sure what other species had a little quirk like that. The teasing drew a small smirk from Kell and he shook his head, leaning in a bit closer to the older man. "Nah, see, I think I'd end up having to keep your jacket if I lost all the tinsel. Don't really like the idea of freezing my balls off as soon as I leave this bar." Not that a jacket would do all that much to keep him warm, of course.

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Cassian had been in town for a little while now but he was still learning names and faces. He had taken to walks, venturing into places that were open just to take a peek around and introduce himself. He'd never really been part of a community before, always just sort of staying in his own little world while he worked and focused on himself and his career but this place was supposed to be something different for him. Something new. That meant stepping out of his bubble to say hello. Dark eyes found Taryn's and immediately, he smiled in greeting.

"Hi, hey. Hello," he said, "I'm... Not sure, actually. I was just having a little walk and I saw this place was open so I stepped in. I'm kind of new in town. Well, newish. Been here like a month and some change. But I work a lot and-- Sorry. I'm Cassian. I'm a doctor here in the village clinic."

As much as Taryn had once associated Krovs with things that scorned him, restrained him, kept him still, he now found it to be comforting to be back in the streets of the town. Papers in hand with letters in the day's he'd been out of town assisting with the rescue and rehoming of animals affected by the battles nearby, he came home ready to continue his small little shops mission. Train animals. Save animals. Find them good homes. Taryn was in his own world when he looked up as he entered, bell jingling at the door and there was someone standing there waiting. "Hello." He greeted quietly. "Welcome. What can I do for you?"

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Cassian would sooner incur the wrath of a councilman rather than give up the secrets of his patients. If they were courageous enough to disclose it to him, he wasn’t going to willingly share their secrets. Everything in this room stayed between him and Mason and even the notes that Cassian was writing were more so he could remember them for himself. His draconic mind had an aptitude for little details but if he really wanted them to stick, he wrote them down first. His notes would be easy to destroy once Mason had gone. Anything on a computer could be dug back up.

“Don’t be sorry. I understand,” Cassian said gently. He sat up a little straighter and tried to wrack his brain, “The only thing I can think of are heat suppressants but I’m not sure how that would react to what’s been done to you and I would need your master’s permission to prescribe them to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

“If you have any other ideas I might be able to help with, I’m all ears.”

The werewolf had no idea how to explain it to the doctor, and he wondered if it would make it back to Raphael that he'd been bitching about it. Apart from being very vocal about it to his master, Mason usually just got on with shit and didn't bring it up, but there was doctor-patient confidentiality, right? There again, Mason wondered if that even existed in a castle full of sex slaves.

Mason's eyes dropped to the notes Cassian was taking, his brow furrowing slightly with concern, wondering if he had said too much already. "I.. don't know.. it feels like heat, but constant," he explained. "It was some kind of drug -- it was injected." Although he wasn't technically a slave anymore, Mason still fully belonged to Raphael, which meant there was no escaping whatever his master had planned. He had no idea what to expect in the future. "Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up, it's just.. annoying," he murmured softly. "Especially in situations like this where it gets a bit.. awkward."

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Cassian swallowed a needy whimper when those fingers found his hair. The feel of the pull tingled from his scalp and all the way down his neck and spine, making him want to give a shiver. He was near helpless as Charlie nipped at his lower lip. Cassian tried to chase his mouth for another kiss but he was stopped by the hand in his hair. He blinked hazy eyes and tried to think, but it was awfully hard when all the blood was leaving his brain and rushing southward.

“Somewhere, anywhere,” he said, voice deeper with desire. He caught Charlie’s lips again just to taste him then forced himself to pull back just enough to talk, their mouths brushing gently, “I’m newish in town and I don’t know the best nooks and crannies to play around in. The suggestion box is open.”

One of the slave's hands moved to curl in Cassian's hair, his lips eagerly parting against the taller man's when he deepened the kiss. His hips rocked up slowly against the other dragon's and he couldn't help but moan quietly. It took him a second to think straight once Cassian pulled a little away from him to break the kiss, Charlie's cheeks flushed and a slightly unfocused look in his eyes. His attention shifted to the older man's mouth and Charlie's fingers tightened their grip just a little in the man's hair. "Not too bad yourself." The slave replied with a playful little grin, leaning in to nip playfully at Cassian's lower lip. "Course. You have anywhere in mind?"

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“Okay, you got me. Maybe it was a little bit of a come on,” Cassian replied at the tease, huffing a little bit of a laugh and smile. As he exhaled, a thin shard of electricity zipped across his teeth, immediately chased by his tongue out of reflex to soothe the ticklish sensation. He was still young by dragon terms and his control over his lightning in situations similar to these got shakier the more nervous or excited he felt. He reached up to palm over his mouth and gave Kell a lingering look.

Cassian tilted his head, “You being naked wouldn’t be such a bad thing. There’s wins all around no matter what, right? You get the tinsel off and I get to look at a handsome, naked man. The only real downside is that I wouldn’t get to see you in my jacket anymore.” He offered another grin, taking his turn to tease now that he’d regained his footing.

Kell couldn't entirely hide his smirk at the way that Cassian reacted to his teasing. With how long he'd been in Krovs as a slave, it was always a pleasant surprise to find someone who got a little flustered with certain things. "You didn't? 'Cause that definitely sounds like something a person would use for a come on." The human couldn't help but tease a little bit more, though he decided to ease up a bit with a laugh. "If you took the whole thing off, I'd be naked anyway regardless." He told him with a slight grin, resting an arm against the bar. "And I'm very flattered if that was a come on."

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He took the napkin gratefully and set his drink down so he could properly wipe at his mouth. He toyed with the napkin and glanced up at Finn as the other leaned back, seemingly settled in to chat for a moment. Again, he felt grateful that Finn gave him the mercy of attention instead of abandoning him when he felt like an ass. He was sure that the bartender had other things to do so Cassian would gladly take the time offered.

"Well," Cassian said slowly, "Everybody is beautiful in their own right, so I guess I go for chemistry? Someone who can play well with me. I joke around a lot. Too much, probably."

"Sometimes the direct approach is often the best one around 'ere so you'll do just fine," Finn chuckled low. He passed a napkin to Cassian just in case he needed one. He leaned back against the counter full of bottles, folding his arms over his chest. The position gave him a decent view of the other patrons in case any needed his attention. Since everyone was satisfied and happily drinking, he could afford a small break. "So what do you go for?"

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His dark eyes came up from his notepad as Mason edged into asking his question. His pen stopped completely and he opened his mouth only to shut it, his jaw clenching a moment. Modify? What could that possibly entail? The thought made him a little heated. Slaves were slaves but they were still people, were they not? Or maybe Cassian needed to have a more distanced point of view...

"I see," he murmured finally, scribbling down another note. "It's not anything related to heat or rut? It's purely from a... Mental standpoint?"

A little look of relief crossed Mason's features when the doctor agreed to get on with the physical; the werewolf had already said far too much. It wasn't often he opened up, if ever, so it had taken him by surprise almost as much as it probably took Cassian by surprise. Sometimes there was no shutting the floodgates once they were opened, but Mason made a good attempt to.

He watched the doctor get his instruments together, and did as he was told as Cassian asked him to open his mouth for the thermometer. Once the Doctor had taken his temperature, Mason sighed and nodded slightly in answer to Cassian's question. "I don't know if your file says anything about.. about the ways Raphael likes to modify his slaves," Mason started, not sure how to word it without grossing anyone out. "But I basically get horny over fucking everything. I'm constantly having to.. take the edge off, if you catch my drift," he explained. "Is there anything you can do to.. stop it?"

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Cassian knew his fair share of dragons. They weren't the most tightly-knit of communities but it was hard for dragon families to go for millennia without running into one another. Cassian's parents had often had get-togethers with prominent covens when he'd been growing up purely out of need to show good standing and that was chiefly how he knew a number of the elder families. He wondered if he knew the dragon that Gwyn did? It was a small world. Maybe he'd ask later.

"You've got me in one," Cassian grinned as they made their way over. "Cider's good, but there's something comforting about hot cocoa. If I'm ever feeling saucy, I'll put a slug of something harder in it."

He knew that Gwyn couldn't have normal drinks and wondered vaguely if there were going to be bloody offerings. He had a moment of panic thinking that it would be rude to drink in front of him without Gwyn having something, too. It was chiefly why he hadn't asked the sith out on a date before this. Anything Cassian could think of involved food in some way and he didn't want to spend half an evening eating in front of someone who couldn't eat the same. He'd think of something. He wanted to have excuses to keep seeing Gwyn.

They made their way over and stood in a short line. Cassian couldn't help but nose at the top of Gwyn's curls with a greedy little hum, tugging the other close with every excuse on the tip of his tongue that they needed to stay together for warmth even though neither of them needed such a thing. Upon getting to the front and seeing the little menu, Cassian tilted his head as his eyes flicked over it.

"Anything for you?" he asked Gwyn, wallet in hand.

"I only know one other dragon, so you're safe from slander," Gwyn teased, "As excellent as your efforts were." He would certainly not be blabbing about Cassian to Raiden, as if anyone really blabbed to Raiden about anything. The tribrid didn't strike the younger master as someone willing to listen to inane chatter and as uninhibited as Gwyn could be, there was a part of him that prickled with prescient nerves to think of Cassian and the councilman in proximity to one another. Much better to keep those particular worlds separate.

He waited patiently for the other's return, straightening the ribbon around his neck again until he could hop up and gladly wind his arm through Cassian's with a bright smile. "We shall!" Gwyn chirped, "What's your poison? You strike me as a cocoa man over cider, but I'm open-minded. Whichever, from your medical standpoint, better soothes injured pride." The sith couldn't exactly enjoy the same drinks as Cassian did, but if there weren't any tipples scattered about for the vampiric population, he'd still get something out of watching the dragon enjoy himself. Maybe Gwyn could call in that offer to take a sip of the elder later on...