[ Rafa's dark eyes settle on Cass, taking the measure of him. Still, as usual, his nose tells him more than his eyes ever could. The flush of building desire changes his scent, injecting it with familiar sweetness. He smiles, liking that scent, and he slides closer against the curve of Cass' body. Those hands on his face, however briefly they had stayed, have left him so very eager for more. He leans forward, elbows on the bar, and then his eyes tick over that scar on Cass' cheek.

He wonders how it got there, but even more than that, he thinks about pressing his lips to it. Then he thinks about pressing his lips to Cass', and his eyes drop down to trace that smile. That voice, and that accent warm his blood, and he finds himself smiling. He could listen to takes like this all night. He shakes his head. ]

I have never been. It is...where men explore, yes? Those islands, new places just being discovered. But I would love to see it. Islands and strange people without kings...

[ He laughs, and then reaches up, running his fingers against the edge of Cass' lapel. ]

You do not much like royalty, do you? I cannot blame you. What terrible creatures we must seem, hiding in our castles and seeing so little of the world. I would like to see it as you do. It sounds beautiful.

[ His hand slides up, fingertips teasing at Cass' neck. Rafa's fingers are cool to the touch, and Cassidy's skin feels heated beneath them. He shivers, and takes another careful drink. ]