Long gold lashes fluttered against pale skin, voluminous waves of hair framing a face that would put many brothel ladies to shame.
Camri only kept his attention on his company; it was easy to, the aristocrat was striking, his delicate features appealing.
He brought the half-drunk mug of elderwine to his lips and drank a mouthful, but he didn't swallow right away, gently tipping his companion's jaw so that he could feed him the sweet wine with a kiss.
Dulce went without resistance, his gaze dropping to the courtesan's lips as the other closed the distance. Perhaps he would get around to drinking human blood tonight…
The next moment was a flurry of motion, and he couldn't say if the courtesan was pulled or if he fell backward. He felt his back hit a familiar hard chest, pulled out of his cushion as well, leaving it empty.
