Sam continued to gently preen Ryan's wings, wanting him out of this molting cycle. There were a lot of feathers on the floor; most had been wiped off the bed by now. After an hour of watching Ryan sleep, and with no further paranormal encounters, Sam finally drifted off to sleep. He slept deeply, warm and comfortable with Ryan around him, but he did wake up before the other did. Sampson was quite and careful as he pulled the gift basket back out into the living room and set about making Ryan breakfast. Tea was brewed, and he made a bowl of oatmeal for himself to chow down while he cooked fluffy buttermilk pancakes. He topped them with fresh cut fruit and powdered sugar, then filled a little jar with syrup and another dish with butter before bringing them into the bedroom.<br/><br/>He set the tray down and leaned down next to Ryan. "Hey. Rise and shine baby," he murmured. He let himself admire how gorgeous the other was. It was a relief to see him as himself and not the spitting image of his father. He smiled softly and waited.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai found it a bit tricky to play innocent and naive. She wanted to glare at him, but instead she ducked her head and muttered an apology. She gripped the feather duster and let him steer her to the cabinet, filled with Japanese culture items as well as her spine blade which rested on a pedestal. There really was no dust to be found, but she play acted. She gasped and play-started at the smack. Swallowing back her arousal, she bent over to reach the shelf in question, knowing she was exposing herself. "I'm not a slut! These are just required," she said in a meek, flimsy voice. Not haughty and hot-headed like she normally was. Her hand hesitated when he touched her panties again, knowing full well they were wet. "D-don't," she whispered. "I'll report you for sexual harassment." Her tail flicked out of the way and her wings rustled and gave a slight flutter.