“There are many ways to keep me up all night,” Saffron encouraged, and Cylvan pinched and twisted Saffron’s nipples in agreement. Saffron shrieked, and Cylvan laughed harder than Saffron had heard in a long time. “You’re right,” he finally agreed, lifting his head and resting his chin on Saffron’s chest in order to look at him. “There are plenty of ways to keep a wicked beantighe awake into the early morning hours—but perhaps not how he wants. You’re going to answer every question I have for you.”
