"Alright," he commented and despite the affirmation to stay put, leaned over to move the tray aside and then shifted himself to the edge of the bed, sitting on it and stretching carefully, turning his head one way and then the other, loosening his back and shoulders- knees and toes while he was at it. Celeste wasn't the only one who perked up at the mention of princess- he had no idea what it meant, but someone who knew her personally. And it was amusing. At times, it seems a very suiting little nickname for Celeste.<br/><br/>He hadn't expected her to come inside, so instead he watched curiously and quietly as the woman pushed the cart in, a strange exotic figure, tiny, but a little bit curvy despite it, like she had just enough thrown each place to proportion her to a strange, sexual balance, right down to her step. Celeste could play a very good game, but this woman was screaming sex just walking in the door, talking to Celeste and-<br/><br/>He stopped, and kept very sure not to let his eyes blink. The illusion could vanish.<br/><br/>That wasn't a hello-kiss.<br/><br/>That wasn't a hello-kiss at all.<br/><br/>That was the kind of kiss<i>he</i>got from Celeste when they were "distracting themselves". And it went both ways. His jaw all but dropped, body freezing in place except for a darn spot impossible to conceal when wearing nothing but his form fitting boxer-breifs and the muscle shirt, that insisted on making itself more pronounced. Other than his pupils of course.<br/><br/>He couldn't help himself. When they pulled apart he let off a long, low whistle. You know the one.<br/><br/>Rayner stared uncertainly from there, trying to get his mind in order, which unfamiliar phrases like boyfriend didn't help. Or the half flattering, half embarrassing way all of Celeste's friends seemed to have about very bluntly stating their approval of him as a boy-toy. He wasn't even sure how long it took it to occur to him that he wasn't wearing his gloves- or pants. The woman had just made a move on his girlfriend 100% casually, and was asking if she shared now?<br/><br/>This was... this was all too much. Staring at four green eyes, all fixated on him, expectant. Full of<i>things</i>. Things he liked very much. Watching and filing in right in the middle of a discussion of something very much like this, a very bizarre, impossible coincidence it... this was... so crazy... so hot...<br/><br/>He took back every bad thing he'd said about lady luck.<br/><br/>"...if the question is what I think it is, the answer is yes."<br/><br/>Hell yes.