Oriel squirmed, constantly distracted by his brother's presence. Codi could be so mean sometimes! He tried desperately to focus on making the food, but couldn't help but look over every time Codi moved, half-hoping and half-fearing that the man would do something else. He got the shock of his life when he heard Emmerick's voice behind him, and he nearly tipped over one of the pans. By the time he'd calmed down, Emmerick had already gone, leaving Oriel with a profound sense of embarrassment, along with the aching longing in his loins.<br/><br/>Quinn remained mostly silent once Charlie came back in, focusing on eating his food. He knew Charlie wasn't very partial to small talk, so he was trying to think of something to say. Right about then Emmerick came in and Quinn smiled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd"><b>"Well, Charlie, if you really want to do something, I've always thought that you and Emmerick would make quite a good match.</b></span>He laughed softly. That didn't mean he thought they were particularly compatible personality wise, but their particular 'fetishes' were just right for each other. The poor cleaning staff would think there had been a massacre in the room if they had at it. The thought caused him to chuckle, and he watched them out of the corner of his eye, wondering if they would consider it.