Cass was awkward at first. Of course he was.
He'd only really been on two dates thus far, and they hadn't made it that obvious at first when they had gone out. Edgar had been blushing because of Cass' teasing last time, but he hadn't held his hand like this. They had been subtle.
And well, Lucian had been as subtle as he could be for a dragon. He had held himself back for quite a bit of time, and it was only after they had had lunch that he had been very obvious in Cass' mind.
Gideon was about as stiff as a board next to Cass, his hand sweating in Cass' own. Their joint sweat mixed and made for a rather awkward combination, but Gideon's grip was tight. It was clear that the man didn't want to let his hand go, and from the way that Edgar was leaning on Cass' shoulder, his body practically pressed against Cass' from the other side, Edgar wasn't letting go of him either. His grip was tight on Cass' hand, his fingers a vice.
