"That's cool," he hummed, the words slightly muffled against his filled mouth, "so I'm an extraordinary guest then? Is that the ranking?"
"Something like that," Ethan murmured, his gaze softening in a mix of amusement and disbelief.
"I guess I'll have to keep up that status by shifting these visits to an everyday thing," Dylan said, reaching for another. "Even if I have to develop a taste for charcoal."
Ethan blinked, laughing softly. "Shut up. You were the one insisting they record setters just now."
"Actually they are," he countered smoothly, "because if I have to get to your heart, I'd have to pass through your and your home."
Ethan tilted his head, a playful protest. "Why do you still need to get into my heart? You don't think you're already there?"
"Well, I am," Dylan admitted, nodding faintly, "but definitely not as deep as I want."
Ethan turned completely to face Dylan, leaning closer until their personal space was almost an illusion."Then, how deep do you want to go?"
