Firefly Glen 2 pesestas says we can’t

“Oh, I can be mysterious when I like to be,” the crow chuckled, “but the night is young, I suppose, and I am certainly not going anywhere until morning.” With a lofty sight, he rested a scarred chin on willowy wrists, and raised his own brows, imploringly, at the male down below. “What little game shall we play, then, mi amor?”

Plumey tail came to drape listlessly over his hocks, and despite his restlessness, his eagerness, Vonn was able to put some patience into his yearning. He wasn’t sure what this inked stranger would come up with, but it was sure to be intriguing. The rogue wasn’t about to go pressing himself upon others if they didn’t want him to, so... if neither, at least there was company to be had.