Firefly Glen 2 pesestas says we can’t

There was a disturbance to the lull of peace — but an entirely welcome one, with a melodious voice at that. Vonn’s sterling gaze cast itself from the bleeding skies to heed the dark male who’d called up to him; argent met amethyst, and he found himself purring, “The view isn’t so terrible, either.” His own tail gave several, languishing sashays, an even more indolent smile drawing itself over marred lips. 

“There seems to be a lack of abundance in time, as far as treating oneself to luxuries such as tonight, no?” His ivory crown tipped in consideration for the more wary — but nonetheless amiable — inked male down below. The roguish curl only reached further on his lips, “It is rather lonely, here, up on high. Perhaps if I give my name, would you care to join me?”