Sampson was thrilled that Ryan enjoyed the food he'd made. After he finished his oatmeal he reached over the cup of coffee he brewed for himself, having bought some in case he needed to stay up and tend to Ryan. Which he had, only in unexpected ways. Sam finally sat down on the bed beside Ryan, wanting to touch the gorgeous wings. But he didn't. The other didn't seem very happy with them, and he felt rather at a loss as to what to say. "So the whiter they are the more pure you are? Well I personally think that's a load of bullshit. You're the kindest, sweetest, most forgiving man I know, half-angel or not." He gave him his signature smile, trying to lighten the mood. Feeling bold, Sam reached out and touched his wings, letting his fingers comb through the plumes. "Besides, if you ask me, angels can be quite stuck up, and your comment about their being anal about wing purity just affirms that." He scrunched up his nose. "I don't think I could handle you being stuck up," he teased.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai had to reach out to brace herself when Kane's tongue plunged against her, making her wings flutter and her breath come in short pants. She adjusted the little Japanese lucky cat collection she'd gathered over the years, making sure they all faced forward, though her hands were shaking. It was hard to keep up with the roleplay, especially when Kane brought his fingers up to her face. All she wanted to do was grab his hand and lick the juices off his fingers. Her ears lowered and she moaned softly at the feel of his fingers inside her ass. Dammit he was being ruthless, merciless. She licked her lips and tried to gather herself. "I'm going to report you for sexual harassment," she said haughtily. She forcefully jerked away from him, or attempted to. "I'm not letting you do anything more to me!" Grabbing the duster, she tried to squirm away from his grasp, though it was extremely feeble.