Lucien strode into the dining hall and was welcomed by Chester's warm voice.
"Where are you from, Elian? Around here?" Chester asked.
Lucien's footsteps slowed, his eyes taking in the way Elian was sat between Chester and Rowan, his frame visibly smaller than theirs. A small tinge of jealousy crowded his chest when he saw how at ease Elian looked around other men.
Apart from the sex, he was sure there was nothing else Elian enjoyed with him... that is, if Elian truly enjoyed it and not because he had to.
"From a small village. Straight north," Elian answered softly, unaware of the jealous eyes behind him.
"I will like to visit. I love traveling," Chester said with subtle enthusiasm.
"Oh, I'm not sure someone like you would find anything interesting from my small village—"
"Then we shall take you to the village, Chester," Rowan gently cut Elian off, placing his hand on Elian's lap.
Elian blinked slowly, shaking his head. "Um, I don't think I am allowed to—"
