"Don't be a bitch," he murmurs, no real irritation in it at all as he allows himself be kissed. "It's not a good look for you." He lets things stay like that for a little longer before pulling gently back again, on hand slipping down to Tom's waist.

"That hunting I'm supposed to do soon," he says. "Come with me? The humidity makes the leg act up and it's harder alone."

Which is partly true. But only part of the reason why.