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Alex. Bar. Booth. Book. Tea. Add some verbs an' stuff and you might get a full sentence, whee!

~~The mun blames the sugar-high for the incoherent.~~

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He sighs.

Alex...it's a preference. Look at who you're talking to. Do you really think I, with the things I've done...am going to balk at a little something different in bed?

A soft kiss.

Besides, you're still able to enjoy sex, even without...all of that. Which is what makes it a preference, not...anything more than that. And if you like...we can experiment. See what works...with us.

He leans into Nick, sighing.

I'm an idiot sometimes, aren't I?

I do it more often.

Another soft kiss.

Bad kitten. Lots of nookie.

He leans up and deepens the kiss.

Love you.

Love you too.

A smile.

Forgive me for being silly and insecure?

If you'll forgive me for being silly and overworried...

He smiles and leans in for another kiss, this one slow and deep.

And even if you don't...

Love you, always and forever...

A squeak interrupts them as Ivanhoe appears, looking somewhat expectant. Alex sighs.

"All right, I suppose I should eat something about now. Could I get some beef and spinach stew and an apple please, little one?"

The rat squeaks again and scampers off.

He grins.

He's really adopted the two of us, hasn't he?

The words are accompanied by a nuzzle to Alex's ear, a light nibble, and a nip to the lobe.

"But it's good your eating. I worry when you don't."

"I was never not eating on purpose, really... except those few days, just after Anthy. I was kind of messed-up."

If you don't eat because you forgot or because it's on purpose or because the bar has been taken over by...by flying monkeys, God forbid, it still means no food went into your stomach...and I'll worry.

I know. I try to remember more. I don't like worrying you.

A kiss.

And I don't like pestering you.

It's not pestering. It'd be pestering me if it was something I didn't want to do.

He nuzzles into Nick, smiling.

Nick nuzzles him back, pulling away to kiss him on the lips quickly before going bak to nuzzling.

"I do notice, though...that you don't seem to have many preferences. You just sort of...eat. There's no...enjoyment to be found in the meal?

He shrugs lightly.

"Not really... food's just... food."

He seems confused by this.

"I don't know, even I get a bit of enjoyment from smelling...fresh baked cookies or...well roasted chicken or a good soup on the boil."

"Roger always said there were more important things than food... I guess I just never pay that much attention."

It is only by the grace of God, one of them, probably Loki, considering, that he manages not to say something positively scathing about Roger. It sits on his tongue, a lead weight for a moment, before he manages to slip it off.

"Well, maybe I'll have to...see about bringing you to a good resturant. Give you something to really taste."

"If you think it's important, sure."

He nuzzles into Nick again, inhaling his scent.

I'd give you the world, Alex...maybe I can start with...a good meal? Show you some things...

And Nick breahts in Alex in turn.

Whatever you want, Nick. I'd do anything for you.

He looks at Alex with a slightly wry smile.

Do you remember when it was me sayint that all the time? Now...we seem to have a timeshare on the words.