Codevon was nearly too busy kissing at Oriel's neck--moving with him as he prepared things--to notice Quinn's arrival.  He'd even begun nibbling on his brother a bit before he looked up, just in time to catch Quinn's wink.  He smiled, his eyes more than welcoming and inticing, then returned to his own work--tormenting his brother until he'd get to drag him off somewhere.  The smell of food and the plate that Oriel'd made for him was tempting, but he had other hungers that he wanted satiated, first.  He gently licked the spot that he'd been nibbling and chuckled lightly, trying to seduce his brother into turning around and returning a bit of the favor; things were more fun for him, this way.  He moaned quietly, one of his hands carefully lifting the end of his shirt and letting his fingertips brushing against his skin just above the band of his pants.  Oh, what a long morning it'd been.<br/><br/>Upstairs, Charlie'd just awoken.  He didn't bother with a shower, that morning, far too interested food and people to waste the time--he'd take one after breakfast.  He slid out of bed and grabbed a pair of dark jeans, then pulled them up over his otherwise naked body.  He left his shirt off, exposing the most recent, yet unhealed scars and wounds, some of which looked like they could have been fatal.  He didn't bother looking in the mirror as he passed it, touseling his hair lightly to make it stay out of his face.  He left the room and followed the scent of breakfast right down to the kitchen.  He ignored the two, having little interest in either of them, grabbed himself a plate, and then slipped out into the dining hall where he took a seat beside Quinn.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9900ff">"Morning,"</span>he stated as he picked up a fork and began to eat.  He was still rather out of it and that was apparent, a few rather fresh cuts on his arm from the night before that he didn't even bother to cover.  He smiled sleepily at Quinn between bites.