What the hell? He drags his attention away from younger-Crow and his army of fr—uh, acquaintances, long enough to rest his head back on the couch and turn a pained look on the ceiling.

"I have to know. How did you come up with that? Is it natural talent? Are there classes I can take?" He looks sideways to Ren, voice becoming dangerously bright. "Or should you and I just kiss, and get it over with?"

Warning to all in the vicinity: Ren should not kiss him. Unless he wants to lose the lower half of his face.