"Sarah can pitch whatever fits she feels like," Bas murmured before he sat down next to Gael and grinned, a charming grin that wouldn't have been out of place on Gael's face. "She likes to tell me that it's her prerogative, having been surrounded by terminally charming men since birth." That at least, was true. His uncle and his dad had very different brands of charm, but they were both lethal with it. So was Uncle Elisha, and Ty could charm people when he felt like it. Gael, naturally, could charm someone made from stone. And then, of course, there was Carlos. Not exactly overt with it, but he had a way of watching people. They'd never flirted - Bas had some idea that as Hadyn's nephew, Carlos had mostly considered him off-limits - but he'd seen it done.

"Also, I don't make the rules when it comes to healing time. If I did, the stitches would be out, darling. All the more fun, you know," he added, and a dimple flickered in his cheek as Carlos laughed softly on his other side.

"Don't take it out on Bas," he said to Gael. "Besides, tonight should tide you over, mi amor, until you can have your way again."

They didn't linger over dinner, and didn't linger over what dishes there were before Gael let the way to the bedroom, with Carlos bringing up the rear, watching both younger men with hungry eyes as he settled heavily on the bed. "Gael, I think Sebastian has too many clothes. "