Not like there was a grand plan.
If anything, it was probably just something that stuck with him since earlier, when Kael's fingers had first slipped into his mouth.
It was a strange thing to fixate on, but it had stuck.
Then again, the real question was when they'd ever make it to the next step, considering Riley had only managed to get his golden dragon halfway back into the chair.
At best, Kael leaned against it lazily, but the look in his eyes was anything but. He was half-seated, half-ready to pounce, long legs spread just enough to keep his balance. And between them stood Riley, who barely reached eye level even like this.
That position alone was dangerous.
Almost eye level, almost equal. Almost.
But not quite.
Because right now, with lips locked and waist held firmly by the dragon lord, the poor demonstrator was in a full battle of tongues.
