Oh, Sam wanted him, but he was trying to give the other space while he shifted to move onto his stomach. Sam moved to his side, then ran a hand down his spine, between his wings. It was soft, gentle, to get Ryan used to the fire marshal touching him. "Good," he murmured, happiness radiating from him. To be trusted was a serious relief, and he wanted to kiss him, but instead settled to massaging the knots out of Ryan's shoulders. The other was so tense. "It's new, what we have. Things will get better, over time. I'm sure of it." He laughed then, a delighted sound. "Well I figured you were sick in some fashion, though I never imagined it would be this. I'm glad you liked it." The basket was sitting on a chair on the other side of the bedroom. He turned his hands inwards and ran them down his spine several times to get at his spine, curving outwards when he got under his wings. He took his time, repeating the measure until he was confident he got all the knots out and got Ryan to relax some.<br/><br/>When he finished massaging his back, he used his fingers to card through his wings, helping them molt, preening the loose feathers out to hopefully speed up the process.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai's ears flicked and he made a shooing gesture. "Sit down. You're in my house. I haven't been able to serve anyone breakfast like this in years," he said, insisting the other get out of his way. Rai was definitely bossy, even pushy, despite the apparent fact that he was a submissive. His lips quirked. "Well I'll definitely take you up on it." He really didn't mind having sex with the other, and let himself live in a fantasy that it might last. Rai kept his back turned, though is wings fluttered at the question and he scowled as he whisked the eggs. He cubed ham and cheese, diced tomato, onion and mushrooms, while he thought of an answer. "I do what I enjoy. I like bartending, and I like sex. So I sell out my body, which serves to also sustain me. I can't contract diseases and I don't deal in drugs." He pulled out a rectangular shaped device that plugged in, designed specifically for Japanese omelettes. Since he was part Japanese and had grown up in feudal Japan he had a love for a lot of Japanese culture; hence the decor of his place. It was a mixture of Japanese and modern cultures, and he even had sleek and rather sexy looking kimonos though he would never admit to enjoying cross dressing.<br/><br/>Once upon a time he could turn into a woman but it wasn't something he did anymore, even if he could. Once the pan was heated he sprayed non-stick spray down and added a little of the egg mixture and some of the filling. As he started the process, he resumed. "But it's more survival than anything. I've tried committing suicide multiple times, but somehow always end up being saved, and then abandoned. So I gave up trying and now I just exist for my own pleasure. But pleasure doesn't always equate to happiness."