( yes. right. sex is supposed to be his calling, he is a sex demon, and his father used to teach him ways to get the boys to like him -- turning his chin one way and keeping his curls in his eyes, so people have the instinct to reach out and touch. he can do that. it's easy. he leans back on his palms and gives vex an obvious once over, clucking his tongue once.

there's a smile lit up in his eyes. he enjoys games, particularly ones he's good at. a hand sifts through the curls on the top of his head, pulling them back handsomely across his mixed-race features. )

Actually, I thought we could talk. ( he smiles, and leaps over regardless, kneeling in between vex's legs. there is something specifically dark about his look, like he's the bad boy your parents all warned you about, with leather jackets and motorcycles without helmets. ) I am pretty hungry, though. I haven't eaten for awhile. I won't kill you, ( he bends forward, bites vex's cheek. kisses down his neck. ) but I will kill anyone who interrupts us, Pisces.

( possessiveness. vex said he liked it, and it's all knox has to go on, so. )

Are you impartial to the lasses or the laddies?