“I’m sorry. Let’s talk about something else. What’s your favorite?” He traced his index finger down Dany’s hoodie-covered back. He was taut, filled with potential energy. Soren wanted to harness that energy in a way that would benefit both of them. Maybe sex was the best way they had of talking right now. The words would come later. He prayed the pizza didn’t arrive earlier than expected.

Dany scowled at him over his shoulder. “My favorite what?”

“Your favorite Disney movie? Your favorite color? Your favorite food?”

“Do I have to answer all of those?”

Soren suppressed a grin. “No, don’t answer any of them if you don’t want to.” He traced another line down Dany’s back. Dany shivered and rolled his shoulders, and they settled a little lower.

“I guess I liked Lion King.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that about?”

Soren did kind of know Lion King, but he wanted to hear what Dany would say about it.

“Jealous uncle wants to be king, kills his brother, takes the throne. You know, Mafia family drama, only with lions.”

“So you’re saying it hits a bit close to home?”

“Asshole.” Dany lifted one shoulder. “Maybe.”