"You say that as though it were a terrible thing..." Michael teased, hiss thumb gliding along the silk, as though searching for that perfect spot to touch, somehow barely missing, every time, too closely for it not to be deliberate. All the while, his fingers gently stroked both Dawn and Stephanie's hand simultaneously. "Tell me, is your poor sister, deprived of release, always the 'victim' when things happen publicly?" he smirked as he asked. Somehow, it was harder to see Stephanie squirming the same way Dawn would. The thought left him wondering, was she just as sensitive as Dawn, and if so, where?<br/><br/>"As for my brother..." he shot a sideways glance at Travis, who seemed to be wrapping up the conversation and returning to his meal. "Well, he's not a follower of Arshea, there's a chance he may think you're interested in him rather than passion. He'll understand though, just make sure your intent is clear and that you chose him, that it was your idea instead of mine. As for your other question... I'll let you find that much out from him." Michael grinned devilishly as he replied, his thumb hovering just over Dawn's clit, just barely enough that she was aware of it's presence.