Asher nods, wary of that flash of warning in Nathaniel's eyes.

"I wish to spend time with you, as I always do," he murmurs, still cupping Nathaniel's ass, hips rolling, pushing up against Nathaniel's, almost absent-mindedly.

"I do not need to feed." He grins, a little wolfishly. "I would very much like for us to be wearing less clothes, but truthfully, I would be happy to sit here and read to you."