Rylie frowned slightly, "You have a point," she nodded, "Yes, sex is for the bedroom only. No need to "consecrate' the rest of the castle..."<br/><br/>Emily snorted at Raphael's comment, then pouted as he disappeared. Her master rolled her eyes, "I believe you familiar said something about you favoring foursomes, or something to that effect."<br/>"You heard nothing, though," Emily interjected quickly. Her boyfriend had already broken his leg once, and she'd prefer it if the number didn't climb. The blond plopped herself down in her seat and waved Kratos' comment aside, "Eh. I ate like a half-starved farm animal when I was human anyway, I have no qualms about nomming all the tasties. ... Thanks for said tasties, by the way," She nodded before taking a bite of her tamale. Raphael made his entrance and as he scarfed his lunch, Rylie felt familiar eyes on her. She smiled slightly, but pretended not to notice. It was clear Kratos was somewhat embarrassed about the whole thing; her bringing up the issue of his wandering eyes wouldn't help. Instead, she focused on her meal... Or tried to, anyway. The afternoon was giving way to evening, and she knew that her... desires... would only get more pronounced as the day wore on. This would need to be rectified, lest it all explode in a spectacular, yet likely highly embarrassing way. That left a few problems that would need to be resolved. Raphael had had a point when he'd mentioned that there was only one bedroom. The two couples should be granted a bit of privacy from one another, especially with all the mating calls and pheromones floating around lately. They'd have to take care of that as soon as possible. Rylie glanced down at her plate and was surprised to see it nearly cleaned. Funny, she couldn't recall eating more than one of the tamales... Apparently she'd been so wrapped up in her rooming thoughts that her body had taken over the mechanical process of eating without her noticing. She shrugged minutely and tried to return her attention to the conversation at hand.