[Not that Adrian is giving him much room to suggest otherwise, but he is absolutely not going to bed right after dinner. After the rather staggering amount of shit Sypha and Adrian gave him about hygeine and regular bathing, he's not about to allow Adrian in his bed without a bath.

Trevor couldn't care less, honestly, but it's the principle of the thing. And as Trevor has practically inhaled his own food...]

You know I never mind.

[Trevor casts Adrian a sidelong glare as he gathers their empty dishes together and dumps them in the sink. They can wait 'til morning. At the moment, there's no matter quite as pressing as Adrian's dire need of relaxation, and Trevor's just given himself an idea.

Before Adrian can escape, Trevor slides up behind and hooks an arm around his waist, pulls him back to bury his face into the dhampir's shoulder and nip gently at the nape of his neck. It's a mean trick, the neck thing, and very nearly indecent; so of course, Trevor's merciless about employing it.]

But we're having a bath first. Together. You and Sypha can't insist I wash constantly and then come to my bed dirty. It's hypocrisy, at best.