#archeron

Azriel suppressed a smirk at Cassian's comment, his grip on Kaylin's hand growing tighter with a possessive instinct. He knew damn well what he and Kaylin had been doing beforehand, and it was clear Cassian could smell it too.

Rhysand chuckled, his gaze shifting to the couple. "Don't be so crude, Cassian," he admonished with a smirk. "We have ladies present, for gods' sake."

Azriel smirked and nodded at Rhys, "thank you." Azriel then turned back to Cassian, *"seven* times," he grinned proudly, letting that sink in to Cassian.

Kaylin's eyes flew wide with an embarrassed gasp and she smacked him in the chest, "Azriel!" She scolded, but couldn't hide the affection in her voice.

"And that was just this morning," Az continued arrogantly, plopping down into a chair, confidently tugging Kaylin right into his lap.

Cassian's eyes widened dramatically, a mix of shock and disbelief playing across his face. "Seven... *in one morning..?"* he sputtered, his gaze flickering between Azriel and Kaylin.

Rhysand chuckled again, his expression turning amused. "Impressive," he said, his voice holding a hint of pride in his brother.

Kaylin's face flushed bright red at Azriel's blatant admission of how many times he had pushed her over the edge, just this morning and she slapped his chest once more, trying to hide her flustered expression. "Stoooppp," she muttered, even as she settled comfortably on his lap.

*"Damn,"* Cassian said, rubbing his beard, "what's the most I've gotten out of you in one sitting, Nes?" He asked unabashedly.

Nesta nearly choked on her food at Cassian's question, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

Rhysand and Feyre just shook their heads in amusement, used to Cassian's lack of tact. "Please, Cassian," Rhysand snorted, his tone both exasperated and amused.

Cassian, as usual, ignored them, his gaze still focused on Nesta as he patiently waited for her answer."Four," Nesta finally answered, her voice barely above a mutter. "Four in a day."

Cassian's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and he let out a low whistle. "Four in one day," he mused, "damn, I really need to up my game."

Feyre chuckled softly, her gaze shifting between Cassian and Nesta. "Don't worry, Cassian," she teased, "Quality over quantity, you know?"

Kaylin completely buried her face in Azriel's neck, hiding the blush and shy giggles, though she did quickly murmur, "quantity *and* quality..." she affirmed.

The room filled with a mix of amused chuckles and stifled laughs at Kaylin's comment and Azriel's possessive smirk. Cassian's face turned a bright shade of pink, his ego slightly wounded by the playful jibes.