"We are." It's matter of fact, because it's how his life has always been and he thinks always will be. He's a Thornton, and even if he does things that would cause rifts in his family (like being here now) Demetri doesn't expect that basic fact to change.

"You might like Daniel? He's fascinated by the curse and everything that comes along with it." He is teasing now, stepping up against Fabrice so their bodies are flush. "June would like you. Because I like you."

A good person? Maybe and maybe not, though he leans toward the not most times. A better man than his father, yes, but the bar was set very low. It aches deep that he's sure that as much as he's attracted to Fabrice - and god is he ever - this could never have a future. Could it?

The small gap between them is still too large. Demetri closes it, his lips soft against Fabrice's. He's been thinking about this moment all night, parting as they press together. He lets out a low sound, their hands between their chests, the cats and the spell forgotten. "Me too."