"I know what you mean. We once thought about picking a random day of the year to celebrate our birthdays. But it just felt too...forced. So the best I can do is guess my age." He watched as Vanyel licked his lips, suddenly drawn to them for some reason. He usually wasn't like this. He doesn't ever stand around and stare at another man's lips that aren't his husbands.

And suddenly he remembered why whatever was happening wasn't good. But why then did it feel so good? A startled sound caught in his throat when Vanyel touched his hair and suddenly he was caught by his eyes.

"That's...terrible. Maybe here you'll have better luck at making some."