The helicopter touched down with the grace of money and arrogance. Ashwin got out first and was now waiting with an umbrella, the household staff already dismissed for the night.
Victor stood and, with the grace of a predator, reached for his hormonal mate.
Elias blinked at him, still curled in the seat. "I can walk."
"You shouldn't have to," Victor said simply, and lifted him before Elias could object again.
Elias sighed against his shoulder, too tired to fight the fact that Victor was warm and smelled like expensive cologne and the usual traces of smoke, his scent that came from things older than electricity.
"I have shoes on," Elias muttered.
"I've carried worse," Victor said. "Including a bleeding high priest, a lion, and once, Uno."
"Uno's taller than me."
"He complained more."
