Damian was entirely correct. They would have time. There should be no reason to rush... except that they both desired to be together alone more than at the party downstairs. Which, to a duty-bound Fae, was hardly even reason to consider staying above stairs with his lover. The rest of his night would be filled with wonderings of which places to kiss and touch to pull sweet sounds from his angelic vampire.

At least he'll be pleasantly distracted.

Iseul moved closer, allowing Damian to help him dry or simply wrap him in the towel, whichever he say fit. All the while, those dark, unblinking eyes remained focused on his partner. When he finally closed his eyes, it was with a sigh. "Let me dry your hair before we return."