Codevon closed his eyes and smiled ever so slightly at the entirety of Oriel's actions--it was a very good thing that he was the one in control.  He parted his lips in return and allowed his tongue to lash out in search of Oriel's, sliding across his brother's teeth and the roof of his mouth.  After a pleasant moment with their tongue sliding across one another, he returned it to his own mouth and closed his teeth lightly on Oriel's lower lip.  He opened his eyes and drew back a bit, smirking slightly as he released and denied his brother further contact.  He chuckled lightly and stepped to the side, his fingers lightly gripping and sliding across Oriel's pant band as he moved.  He leaned back against the counter beside him, grabbing the plate he'd prepared and nonchalantly taking a bit.  He chuckled delightedly as he chewed the small portion.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:teal">"This is delicious, Oriel!</span>He gave him a lustful expression to tease him, then focused on picking at his meal.<br/><br/>Charlie's smile turned into a sly grin as he continued eating.  He'd figured as much, but he'd wanted to ask, either way.  Although he wasn't much of an eater--ever--he couldn't help but at least taste the food that Oriel provided every morning.  As the food began to hit his stomach, he felt his wounds starting to pick up their healing process, most noteably the one on his lip.  He sighed and set his silverware down, then lightly pushed his plate forward so he could rest his arms across the table.  Already, he missed the taste of blood.  He gave the plate a soft smile as he spoke.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9900ff">"Hm, take you're time."</span>There was obvious disappointment in his tone, though he really was patient--that was part of his nature as an Uke as he was often forced to wait for his pleasure.  He turned his smile to Quinn, nodded, and then stood to step outside, suddenly feeling a strong need for a cigarette.  He felt bad for leaving Quinn, but he wouldn't be long--five minutes tops.  He stepped lightly and quickly, drawing a cigarette from the pack in his pocket as soon as he moved over through the door frame.