Your charm that day consisted of using a voucher for free fried chicken strips, offered to me because I made you laugh. [Eridanus retorts, and while his tone is sharp, his face is lit up with nothing short of a fond smile.

Lucius isn't the only one itching to move, and as Eridanus' eyes catch the low level of moonshine in his own cup, he finds it a good enough excuse to do so. He rises from his chair, foot pulled out from under the other's before he rounds the table. He pauses, leaning over Lucius, unable to resist closing in on him to whisper against his felid ear.]

Little did you know, I was speaking of feasting on flesh, all those messages ago. [He hadn't felt the need to correct his implied innuendo back then, because in all honesty, the result would have been the same either way. The two of them, up until the sun shined through their windows, as they returned passionate, torture-filled letters to one another. And who said romance was dead?

Eridanus saunters towards where the bottle of moonshine sits, and as he returns to the table with it, he stops to fill Lucius' glass first.]

Still, who would have guessed how well-matched our souls were, when we first met? Not I — I never would have imagined myself pledging fealty to a warlord, a year ago.