"But he's got drugs!" Delite felt that was a compelling argument, especially now that he had been called darling by the guy with the drugs and told they might be too strong for him. No drug was too strong for him, in his opinion. Still, he also didn't want to hurt Jack's feelings - or risk getting hurt for hurting Jack's feelings - so he resisted the temptation to flirt more, instead taking one of Jack's fries and feeding Jack with it.

All his, obviously. Edward looked up at Jack's question, shrugging and reaching up to touch his neck, where he'd been marked. "Hm. Something like that. He'll take what he wants." Well, that's what Jonathan had said. "Devour me like that chicken." Seriously. "Where are you packing that, Jonny?"