Codevon smiled softly and gave a very quiet chuckle--he always enjoyed the squirming and small noises that Oriel made, especially when he was doing inappropriate things at very inappropriate times.  It wasn't like he was planning on stripping him down, he just wanted a kiss... for now, anyway.  Hmm... It would seem he'd have to try harder to get what he wanted, that morning.  His small smile slowly turned into a small grin and his jaws opened and shut neatly on that patch of skin he'd been working at.  His fingertips carefully found their way beneath the band of his pants, lightly caressing the skin of his upper abdomen.  Of course, he wasn't about to tell Oriel what he wanted--that would ruin the fun!  He made a quiet moan, his eyes glancing up into the room around them, every so often, to check that they were still alone.<br/><br/>Charlie felt his blood rise to his skin in a pleasant fashion as Quinn commented on his beloved wounds.  He smiled a little more, this one sticking as he ate.  Although he could have easily read into Quinn's comments to find just how he felt about everyone, he chose not to.  Charlie liked to believe that he was unwanted and that everyone wanted to tear him apart.  It was quite a pessimistic view, to most, but it allowed Charlie a whole new world of fantasies to enjoy.  He ate slowly, always enjoying Oriel's cooking, especially the mornings after he'd had a long night.  He found himself staring at his knife as he cut through a bit of food and licking his lips lightly and quickly as he stabbed the tip through the piece and directed it between his lips.  He let it nick him lightly, just inside mouth, and began to stealthily suck the blood from the new wound.  He answered Quinn shortly thereafter.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9900ff">"No, I'm quite fine, thank you."</span>Morning lust--day dreams from the previous night--was still lingering in his gaze, strengthened by the familiar coppery taste against his tongue.<br/><br/>Emmerick remained upstairs, rather exhausted.  There was never a way of telling when he'd wake, though it was more often than not quite later than everyone else.  He preferred afternoons, so long as he was allowed them.