"I'm sure it isn't. The same could be said about mine, love. Birds of a feather..."

He offered the man a smirk and downed all of his champagne in one. It was his way and he was damn thirsty. An angel could outdrink any mortal any day and right now he wanted other things in his mouth rather than champagne or food. But he would have to wait since Jack wasn't a free agent.

"How about we talk about what you like in the bedroom."

The hand moved up to slide against Jack's smooth cheek, gently feeling the soft skin underneath his digits.