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"Not a lot," Noah answered. "I, um, I just got back from a mission, a few days ago," and that was still something he was kind of amazed about, that he could be sent out after what had happened on that mission, but he'd been cleared and life went on. But all that was way too heavy and personal for a conversation with a guy he didn't know very well. "Just a scouting thing. So we've been, um, just relaxing."

"I'll take a cookie," he told Al. Had he not become a hunter, he'd probably have gotten kind of fat; he tended to eat when nervous.

Laz stirred in Noah's mind and rumbled, a low, threatening, wet sound. He sensed something, something he wasn't terribly happy about.

Al handed Noah a cookie and tilted his head at Mik. Listening carefully with some disbelief. It was really hard to tell with the guy how much of him was genuine and how much of it was just... terrifying. He handed him a cookie upon request, "you want regular coke then?" Mik did say something though that really piqued his interest. He turned his back to them as he picked out his own drink and a cookie. "What exactly are 'cute times'?" He had a vague idea what Mik was using it in reference to, but the name was a little bit too left-field for that?

"Yeah, we've been 'relaxing' a lot lately."

"Sure. Coke is nice." and there was a playful little sparkle in his big bright blue eyes.

"I don't know if I'm an artist. I just draw. I think it's different. I think to be an artist you need to be really good. I'm not." He shrugged. "And my dad doesn't let me do a lot of things, it's because he loves me though, it's to keep me safe. Sometimes I can do things but it's just one-offs so I don't ruin all his hard work."

He looked back to Al. "And uh, cute times are sex." he said. "Sex is just a kind of gross word, it sounds all predatory and stuff. I'm not predatory."

"I guess it's just another euphemism," Noah said, and shrugged one shoulder. "I mean, if we all know what it means?"

"I don't think you have to be, like, great to be an artist," he offered. "Just maybe like be serious about it. If that makes sense." The part about Mik's dad not letting him do things sounded kind of restrictive, particularly here, where everyone was at least nominally an adult. Except for the kids, he reminded himself, but that wasn't relevant right now. But if Mik let his dad tell him what to do, Noah guessed that was his choice, even if it seemed weird.

"But you do like to get close to them for other things, right?" Al asked in earnest, both eyebrows raising up with the question.

He was starting to get the feeling this might not happen. "Because I mean. You still want sex with us, right? I mean." He rubbed the back of his head looking anxious. It was okay if it didn't. "I'm not good at this. I mean, it'd be my first time doing anything like this." He was jittering and shaking like a tiny chihuahua. He just had to know, but how did you even begin to ask at this point.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, looking from Noah and then back to Mik. He seemed calmer now as he approached Mik, invading his space a little. "I think it'd be really nice to ******** you."

Another awkward pause as he took a steeling breath. Noah was sure about it, but what about the rest of them? "But if you're not into it, you can still say no?"

He reached around Mik's waist to rest both hands on his a** and gave a forward squeeze, like he'd wanted to do from the moment Mik walked in the door in those damn shorts. Even if he turned them down, at least he'd get that much if Mik allowed.

Mikael didn't look phased as Al moved closer but Fenris snarled in loud fury in his head, making it hard to think. He wasn't bothered by the contact but Fenris was, telling him in no uncertain terms to bite Al right in the face for daring to touch them both, determined that he was nothing but an impudent pup.

He seemed to approve of Al being a little bit more forthright, though it was difficult for him to get past how awkward things had been before.

Mentally he shrugged off Fenris' outrage, not upset or distressed by the turn of events. The fact of the matter was that in his own thoughts he /was/ the alpha here and he didn't need any sort of fangs or doled out discipline to assert it. He was the one people wanted, so what exactly was the problem if he got what he fancied out of it?

His hands didn't get pushed aside and Mikael instead arched to lean back against him. Fen calmed a little more, deciding that perhaps Mik wasn't as out of control as he'd thought. Though the positional arrangement certainly wasn't what he'd normally like, the circumstances ere the same.

"You can see my art any time you like!" he said, giving Noah a smile as wolfish as the voice in his head. "But yeah. I think I'd like to spend some cute times with you guys." He closed his big blue eyes and exhaled in satisfaction. "Though I want to get to top one of you, that's my only term. Otherwise my weapon just won't be happy at all."