Em felt caught between the two men. The one urging for a departure, and the other so adamantly speaking about his friend. Emmery looked from one to the other again with speculation in his eyes. Oh but he didn't know how the suggestion would go over. Certainly, it would probably be alright with Oliver, but Eddie? The man looked so darn uptight, and how to word it?

"We could always stay, maybe warm a bed à trois." He grinned. Emmery's eyes traveled to Oliver. He tilted his head just so, and nipped at the other man's fingers. He was sure his meaning came across well enough. It was a chance of course but ... Emmery wanted to know what it was about the blond man that had his friend head over heels for him. Desperately so.