"Well I'm--" Grey starts but realises a little too late that he doesn't have any argument for that. Because he hasn't been interested in anyone since his wife's death. Except this little mage that he doesn't know if he should throttle or fuck most of the time.

"Shut up," he grunts out between clenched teeth and then yanks the mage closer by those wrists. One arm goes readily around him to pretty much haul Midnight against his side before Grey kisses him hot on the lips.