Gregoris hummed, a smile forming slowly on his lips. It was a smile that said he had read something interesting in a battlefield report and immediately started planning how to make it worse for someone.
"You know…" he murmured, tone thoughtful, "there was something in here about resolving things with food." His thumb brushed over Rafael's shoulder again, lazy, deliberate, and far too gentle for the man he usually was. "And I'm… hungry for you."
Rafael's brain short-circuited.
Heat shot through him in a painfully predictable rush, pheromones responding like they'd been waiting for that exact combination of voice and closeness His breath stuttered. Every rational thought fled with military efficiency.
"That," Rafael managed weakly, "is not what they meant."
Gregoris pretended to consider that.
"Lesson interpretation can vary by field application," he replied gravely. "Tactical flexibility is important."
