"I can tell you think that." Dylan motioned at the younger man all over this guy. Obviously he liked thin and feminine.

Corey started to giggle. "Oh, you mean Dylan's dungeon master who can't stay out of his pants?" Corey snorted a laugh since Dylan deserved that jab for what he had said earlier. "I don't know."

He set his empty glass aside and got his other hand, cold from his drink, on the Brit. "You're hot."