Still bearing his teeth merrily at the now discarded shirt, Matthew let his weight fall back down onto his forearms, his own thin undershirt scratching between them, a useless barrier that still let Cass's heat soak through.

"Doesn't quiet fit what I know about your tastes around men either." Thus his surprise. "But I don't blame the association." Terrible things came about from the hands of violent and greedy men, men like Matthew very often times. He couldn't, didn't, wouldn't ignore the social effects of that.

"And yes, I think you'd've had quite enjoyed the experience. Shame you weren't interested," he continued, soft curious gaze flitting over the interesting crevices and angles of Cass's face. "But I assume that it's the flowers. Alexander recently got changed after a tromp in the wilds. Isn't everything here?"

Bending down, Matt started kissing Cassidy's collarbone, picking up where he left off and treating the canvas with a scrape of his fangs before continuing with a huskier tone. "Is it also not the place to experience things otherwise impossible?"