"Fuck dignity." Edward laughed, clearly entirely shameless about this performance, "I just want that dick."

Well, he could feel it right there, hard against him. Difficult to ignore, not that he was trying to. Maybe he'd have pushed further, poked a little more, played a bit harder, but he heard the door open and close not far from them and so he shrugged, deciding to move things to later. Someone had just walked out of the chicken place and now Edward was holding open the door for Jonathan to walk in. "Smells great, doesn't it?"

"Hey, Ed." Delite was sitting on the counter, which was probably not the most hygienic, especially given his current hair length. Whatever. "Who's your friend?"

"That's Jonathan. Look." Speaking of his lack of dignity or shame, Edward just turned his head to show off his neck.

Delite whistled, giving a thumbs up. "Good job. Want to eat something proper, Jonathan?"