Elias tilted his head, studying him as if weighing how far he could push. "Fine," he said at last, his voice carrying a thread of mischief. "Favorite season?"
Victor's reply came without pause. "Winter."
Elias's brow arched. "Because it's dramatic?"
Victor's grin curved slow, sharp. "Because it strips the world bare. Nothing pretends in the cold. And you…" his knuckles brushed the edge of Elias's cheekbone, "look better wrapped in layers I get to take off."
Elias let out a breath that was almost a laugh, hiding it behind his wine glass. "So you are a horny god. Noted."
Victor's eyes gleamed, crimson catching the candlelight. "Careful, Elias. You make it sound like you're only just realizing."
Elias set his glass down with deliberate care, chin tilting as his mouth curved faintly. "I suspected. Now I have confirmation."
