"Maybe. I've been thinking about trying something more sugary lately."

Husk wasn't blind and he certainly wasn't a prude like Alastor. He wasn't exactly rolling in offers either. It'd be fun to have a Christmas treat.

Alastor getting up to refill his glass of mulled wine from the little crockpot sitting on the bar made Husk's expression sour.

"Don't mind me!" Alastor chirped. "I just need something to was down the syrup."

Husk flipped off the deer, growling.