Radu gave a soft moan and buried one hand in Jezebel's long hair. He ached for this man during the hours when he was alone. Those lonely hours. He generally spent that time wishing to see him again. Perhaps it was the months without any other contact that had made him nearly obsess over Jezebel, he didn't know.

"I'm so glad you find it so, my dear," he purred. "Not like one of your playthings, I hope?" He drew back, catching Jezebel's hand and pulling him towards the sofa where he'd been reading.