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Moge was used to getting all kinds of attention when he took a seat at the bar, though he was never quite up to the task of answering that attention.

The poor fox was timid, almost to a fault. His ears always perked when someone addressed him, even when they occasionally mistook him for a female...but it was maintaining the conversation that was so difficult for him.

"I'm sure you've heard this plenty of times tonight, but...is this seat taken?"

The wheel was starting to turn once again as Moge took in a deep breath, trying to steel his nerves before it was too late. A paw reached across his chest as he absently tugged at the loose, cozy tank top he'd picked for the evening, hoping that the nervous twitch would distract him from being as awkward as he feared he was.

"N-No," he replied dryly. "Not unless you want it to be."

"I certainly don't have to take the seat if you don't want me to," the stranger offered. "I'd hate to make you uncomfortable."

What difference does it make? Everyone makes me uncomfortable, Moge thought.

His much politer response was to stroke a paw up through the locks of green in his short Mohawk and at least try to offer a smile to the newcomer. "I was just waiting for a friend, but they're running awfully late...I...d-don't think they're coming, honestly."

"I'm really sorry to hear that," the stranger was friendly enough, if nothing else. "Mind if I buy you a drink for your troubles?"

"You really d-

"I insist," he interjected, taking the empty seat next to Moge. "Unless that's too forward of me."

It should have been easier for Moge to protest, but the vulpine was actually grateful for the company, given how long he'd been sitting alone that evening.

Stroking the matching green of his collar, he gave a quick nod. "All right. Something tells me it'd be harder to talk you out of the drink, anyway."

"It might be cliché, but one of the fastest ways to get to know someone is to buy them a drink, and let them pick what it is."

"It's a little less creepy that way, too," Moge pointed out. His new companion flagged down the bartender and set down a few twenties on the counter without hesitation, leaving Moge to wonder if the man was just flaunting his wealth. "A Long Island sounds pretty tasty right about now..."

"Whatever he wants," the stranger offered. "And I'll stick with a glass of bourbon, myself."

Turning to face the odd couple that had come together, the bartender gave a very brief nod. "A taste of the city and a taste of the country, coming up."

Most people had respect for the position of a bartender, and this one certainly commanded respect, if only by their size. Mal was taller laying on his side than most people were standing upright, but at his fullest height, he was an intimidating seven feet, shadowing over the majority of the bar patrons.

His greater size and wingspan made it easy for him to gather up a host of different materials without having to move from the center of the bar; the naga was extremely proficient at putting on a show when it was necessary, but he didn't want to distract from the course of their conversation_too_ much.

"Pretty impressive that he's able to work so fast, isn't it?" Moge wanted to keep the conversation alive, feeling too nervous to allow any long periods of silence exist.

"Not too shabby, anyway," the larger man agreed, though his own drink was as simple as pointing to the shelf and noting what bottle he wanted his bourbon poured from. "A little 'Old Wolf' neat will do just fine for me."

It was a stiff, powerful drink that almost entirely reflected the personality of the man that sat with Moge, still nameless to him.

Introductions were evidently less important than the liquids that were being gathered into glasses, but it left room for another awkward silence, and made Moge that much more grateful for his drink when it was presented to him.

The rattlesnake naga pushed it forward and tossed a stirring straw into the mix with a surprisingly dainty touch, all while pouring the bourbon into a short, stout rocks glass.

"You guys going cash, or do you wanna leave a tab open?"

At that, the expression was bit stern, but the snake could tell that Moge needed a little help with keeping the conversation moving. "I'll take care of them...leave a tab open," the stranger offered, setting down a credit card and exchanging it for his bourbon. "We might be back down here a little later."

"W...Wait; back down here?" Moge asked, stirring the straw so violently that precious alcohol spilled over the rim of his glass. "What do you mean by that?"

"You weren't planning on sneaking free drinks off of me from a hotel bar all night, were you? My pockets aren't that deep."

It wasn't a confession that he was planning on taking the little morsel back up to his room for something else, but it wasn't too far from that, either.

Nervous digits danced upon a wetted glass as Moge leaned forward and took a sip, afraid of what he should say next.

"Much as it's not the best idea to admit in front of the hotel bartender, I've got a few bottles back in my room that won't cost either of us a dime," he continued. "I can't make you a Long Island, but there's plenty of sweet stuff up there to whet your whistle if you're so inclined."

That was an invitation. "You...y-you're sure about that?" Moge asked, as if he somehow didn't believe that the crystal clear invite was offered to him. "I'd hate to be an inconvenience to you."

As Mal rolled his eyes from behind the bar and collected the credit card, Moge looked up at the other man that loomed over him; nerves and excitement fought for air and shared the same breath as the words came to him: "Do you really think I'd invite you up to my room if I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the evening with you?"

There was something about his expression that told Moge he was capable of so much more than small talk, as if this conversation was more of a façade than it was a proper introduction.

Someone who would only reveal such a small amount of themselves to their new drinking buddy wasn't necessarily someone to be trusted, but the aggressive approach was exactly the right tactic to use against the timid vulpine.

"That...w-wouldn't make any sense, n-no," he admitted. "Just a couple of drinks, right?"

"That's a good place to start," came an agreeable reply. The quiet rumble of delight that followed it left the fox trembling on his bar stool. "Though I sincerely doubt you'll be able to stop there..."

It should have been a line too far, but it was an irresistible offer for Moge, with or without a name to put to the handsome face.

He was still nervous to accept, but there was something so overwhelming and domineering about the mere presence of the man that Moge was struggling to turn down the offer.

"I can, y'know...s-stay the night if I go too far, right?" Moge asked, realizing that the stranger might have taken it a slightly different way. "I'm a bit of a lightweight, if I'm being honest."

"Not like I need that whole hotel room to myself," the man said. "If you're worried, I can add your name to my reservation and get you a key, even."

That was a kinder offer than he was expecting. "Very sweet of you to offer, but I wouldn't even know what name the room was under..."

"Aaron," he finally introduced himself. "Aaron Blackpaw. I assure you that the front desk staff is plenty familiar with me."

"As is the bartender," Mal teased, unable to keep from throwing in a final jab at one of his most frequent customers. "I'm sure I'll be seeing the two of you again in the morning."

All signs were pointing to this being a very long, very sensual night for Moge, but he was just a little too timid to back out from such an enticing offer.

Looking up at a fang-filled grin that would have scared off even the toughest of hardened predators, he resolved to see it through, but he couldn't tell how much of that choice was his own conscious decision, and how much of it was the alcohol speaking for him.

"Well, Aaron, if we can just wait a few more minutes here, I'd be glad to join you up in the room, but I need to make sure my friend is okay," Moge remembered. "He's the whole reason I'm down here in the first place."

"Seems that the two of you failed to cross paths," Aaron suggested. "But if you're determined to sit here and wait it out, at least let me buy you one more drink."

"Even though you've got all that stuff up in your room?"

"Can't drink that from here. I'm talented, but I'm not quite_that_ talented."

For the first time, Aaron drew a genuine chuckle from Moge. He was starting to loosen up, despite the terribly long adjustment period. "That's fair," he replied, leaning on the bar once more. "I'll take another, if you're sure you want to buy one."

"I'd be happy to. If the seat isn't empty, the glass shouldn't be, either."

Mal was already on his way to making another round of drinks when Moge checked his phone. There were no missed messages or calls, and before he lifted the second glass to his lips, there was a moment of worry about what might have happened to them.

The aroma of sugar on his nose and the comforting warmth of alcohol in his throat eased those concerns back, and the grin of a tall, thick canine completely forced them out of his mind.

"I'm starting to think they're not coming," Moge admitted. "Sorry that I wasted your money on another drink, Aaron."

"Long as you finish it, it's not a waste."

"And if I don't?"

"Then you clearly don't need any of the goodies I've got up in my room, after all."

Though he was still a powerful and overwhelming presence, Aaron was capable of dialing back his approach until the moment was right. It seemed that Moge was more receptive to the coy, playful antics he employed than a straight up invitation.

Not wanting to waste time with mincing words, however, Aaron stayed conscious of burning the midnight oil in a more satisfying way.

"You make it sound like there's something up there that I simply must have," Moge loosened up a touch more with every sip of his drink, but he wouldn't blame his shift in nature purely on the booze. Being stood up by a friend alleviated his guilt in leaving the bar early, and keeping an eye over both of his shoulders meant that he wouldn't be subjected to another surprise.

He was almost to the bottom of his cocktail when he finally gave up hope on seeing them, that night.

"Let's just say that I've got access to some rare treats that no hotel bar is going to have on tap," Aaron wasn't afraid to take a jab at Mal's stock; they had enough of a history for that. "But it seems that your friend isn't going to show, after all. I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be," Moge failed to hide his vocal disappointment, but a smile cracked through it at the thought of another drink. "Long as your offer is still on the table."

"Just waiting for you to accept it, little guy."

He snickered. "Consider your invitation accepted."

**

Moge followed Aaron up to the room at a slight distance, repeating a mantra in the back of his head that he wasn't that kind of fox. He hated subscribing to a stereotype, and being taken to bed so easily felt like it was right in line with what Aaron would have expected.

The wolf made his intentions crystal clear when the door of the hotel room closed behind them, but the aggressive approach was turned on himself as the tight, thoroughly stretched fabric of his dress shirt was the first thing to be ripped away.

Losing himself in the spread of thick, warm fur, Moge stared into the broad chest of the wolf and gulped, knowing he wouldn't be able to reject the feel of it for long.

"I'd ask you if you needed another cocktail, but it looks like you're already drinking something in..."

It was such a perfect blend of confidence and arrogance that Moge couldn't help being flustered by it. Everything was going just a little easier with the alcohol to keep him loose, but he still wasn't quite sure that he was ready to take things to the bedroom just then.

"It's, uhm...p-pretty impressive," he tripped over his words and immediately cursed himself for not sounding more verbose. "Certainly wasn't expecting that right off the bat."

"I've heard that I'm pretty talented at subverting people's expectations," Aaron bragged humbly as he loomed over the timid fox, already done with the game of cat and mouse that they'd started at the bar. "But in this sort of instance, I'm much better at living up to my reputation, Moge."

"Do I even want to know what that is?"

"You say that like you haven't already figured it out."

A fairly basic hotel room had just enough space in the entry way for a fridge, and near it, Aaron had turned his dresser into a bar, lined with different bottles of whiskey and an accompaniment of mixers.

Just beyond that was the only other thing he could focus on, and Moge became intimate with it rather quickly.

"Maybe I'm a little slow on the uptake?" Moge was playing dumb as he felt a pair of thick, rigid paws wrap around the slender form of his rib cage. Effortlessly, he was lifted into the air and held there, feeling like a helpless child in the paws of the massively larger canine. "Th...that's a pretty good clue, though..."

"Didn't think you'd be too dense to get this one, little guy."

Everything was easy for Aaron, from carrying Moge to the side of the bed, to tossing the vulpine into the middle of the covers, landing him flat on his back. The mattress was impressively soft, and the covers cradled his fall, but there was only _just_enough time for him to be grateful about that before Aaron was standing over him once again, blocking out the overhead lights with the broad spread of his shoulders.

"H-Hey, wait! Maybe if we could j-just talk about this really quick, I-

"We're done talking," Aaron lunged up onto the edge of the bed, setting one of his footpaws down firmly in the middle of Moge's chest. There was just enough force to steal the last of a breath from his lungs, and as he fought to suck it back in, extra weight came down and pushed the air out of the covers, as well, until the box spring was fighting back against the weight.

Sparkling eyes shrunk down to tiny, panicked dots as Moge stared up at the definition of a lustful grin. A quick squirm proved utterly useless, but even when the fox wrapped both of his arms around the thick ankle of the wolf and tried to shake it aside, he couldn't manage it.

He was free to flail all he wanted, but it quickly became evident that he'd only serve to exhaust himself; he wasn't getting out from under that paw anytime soon.

"L...Little heavy...b-big guy..."

Drawing even the slightest of breaths was a struggle, but Moge knew he would wear himself out that much faster if he kept trying to squirm out from under the impressive weight. Claws were dragging at the birth of his skin, raking through his fur and leaving trails of scarlet wherever a struggle was present, giving Moge just a little more motivation to stay put.

"It's not nice to make fun of someone because of their weight," Aaron shot back, though he was grinning through the joke. "And it's not easy to get this much muscle on your body without a little fat sneaking in here and there..."

Moge didn't dare to make any other comments. He was paralyzed with fear at what the dark-furred wolf might do next; he wasn't surprised to see the canine unbuckling his belt and going for the zipper, easing away at slim, tender fabric.

"There's a little bit of fat right there, in fact," Aaron pulled down slowly at his slacks, revealing a bulge that was so hefty, Moge could nearly feel the weight of it just from staring at it. "Well, not a little bit, but I think you know what I mean."

The fox nodded, scarcely able to do anything else under the crushing weight.

"For being such a squirmy little shit before, you sure seem to be enjoying yourself now," Aaron pointed out. He wanted to get a better look at the fearful, but electrified expression that held Moge's face, but from his higher vantage point, that wouldn't be possible.

Sliding his footpaw across the shoulder of the fox and planting it next to his head, Aaron stepped fully onto the bed and leaned forward, resting the warm, musky fabric of his covered bulge against Moge's lips. His muzzle shifted, but even when he tried to turn, he found the weight of swollen, heavy orbs settling against the base of his neck, making it impossible for him to escape the assault.

"Oh, I _definitely_felt that," Aaron was looking to balance himself when his paw reached back, only to find the tented flesh of Moge's cock with his palm. It was jumping and throbbing against a cotton prison, unable to break through the final layer of resistance without a little help. "I guess they were right about you after all..."

Who was right about me? Moge thought, unsure that he'd happy when he learned the answer. Who is he talking about...?

Opening his muzzle to protest was going to work against him, but Moge still went for broke as he felt the front of his pants coming undone. "Hey, d-don't...don't do that!" he argued, even when precum greeted Aaron's digits at the first uncovered contact. "N-No, stop it! It's...s-sensitive..."

His arguments faded, both behind crumbling convictions and the weight of a cock that was able to smother the poor fox without ever making it inside of his muzzle. Saliva gathered on the front of Aaron's boxers as his member slapped back and forth over Moge's protesting lips, but with that pesky fabric in the way, the fox was forced to deal with the weight of it without getting to taste any of the flavor.

It was a brutal punishment to endure, but one that he couldn't deny enjoying as Aaron spun back around to face the length of the vulpine's cock.

"Leaking like a broken faucet...I knew you were enjoying this."

There was no window to argue: Aaron was too quick to lower his hips and drop his clothed length on Moge's face once again, forcing the poor fox to mitigate the obstacle.

One distraction would have made it a difficult enough task, but the warmth of Aaron's breath rolling over the tapered, vulpine tip made it impossible for him to do anything more than whimper and shudder beneath the massive, domineering wolf.

"I could swallow the whole thing if I really wanted to," Aaron claimed, looking down on Moge's cock and admiring the way that it twitched in his grasp. His pumps were quicker than the fox was expecting, to the point that he was approaching a climax much faster than he wanted to admit.

All told, he didn't want to give the wolf any credit for providing him with such ecstasy, but he couldn't possibly deny the call of his body as it writhed under Aaron's larger figure.

"Hell...I could probably swallow you whole if I wanted to."

Moge seized up at what sounded more like a threat than a curiosity. His cock throbbed feverishly in Aaron's grasp, distracting the wolf enough to make him snicker, the physical reaction proving enough to capture his attention and his sensual interests.

He might have kept teasing the fox about his physical response, if he wasn't busy slurping precum from the tip of his length.

"Can't...take it..."

Moge knew the danger of opening his muzzle again. The covered, messy length of Aaron's cock dipped into his maw during that brief opening and reduced his orgasmic cries to a muffled groan; he was sucking in air rapidly as his body took control, overwhelming his better sensibilities and forcing him to ride out the delight of his climax.

In taking such heavy breaths, however, his eyes were lidding over and his face was relaxing as the powerful, predatory musk of the wolf invaded Moge's every mental facet.

"I knew you were enjoying this," Aaron managed to catch the first streak on his tongue before a bit of the mess sprayed over his muzzle, staining his midnight black fur with a messy strand of creamy white. "That's good...I like it when my pets enjoy themselves."

Excess juices spilled over the wolf's pumping digits as he stroked the last of Moge's release out of his body. He was grinning so wide that the fox would have been terrified to see the expression, but not seeing any of those reactions made it a better surprise when Aaron finally lifted his own crotch and stood up over Moge's face once more.

"Unfortunately for you, it's my turn now."

Using his own briefs as a rag to wipe away Moge's leftover seed, Aaron multitasked as he cleaned his pawtips and yanked away his clothing at the same time. It would have been a great opportunity for Moge to make a run for it, but even as the fox started to catch his breath, he couldn't deny that a lack of oxygen wasn't the problem.

His legs had freedom to move. His arms had freedom to assist in flipping his weight from the bed and running for the door.

Another part of his body dominated his thoughts, instead.

"You already got me all warmed up, rubbing your face all over it," Aaron had no shame about letting his downright impressive cock spill free. It was quick to twitch to a full erection once it was given the chance, and Moge stared at it with wide eyes, not even remotely aware of the large, thick paws that were grabbing his shoulders to lift his posture a bit.

Giving him the headboard as a backrest, Aaron knelt down over Moge's face again and dropped his length right at the narrow birth of Moge's lips. The fox could feel his tender flesh trembling at the idea, but it took only the slightest grip from Aaron's paw to pry his jaws apart.

That extra bit of force left a final spurt of juices to fly from Moge's length as his mouth was taken, forcefully."Might as well finish the job, little guy."

Aaron didn't believe in giving anymore of a warmup than that. The tip of his unabashedly canine length was gliding over a pinned tongue and headed right for Moge's throat on the first pass, but there was little, if any concern for the wellbeing of the vulpine.

There was only deviously lustful intent behind the powerful humps of Aaron's hips, keeping his length from getting too far out of the undersized muzzle. Saliva trickled down from the corners of jowls that couldn't possibly touch, while precum spilled right over the back of Moge's tongue and trickled down, seeping into his throat before he could possibly prepare for the needed swallow.

He was gagging in seconds, but even as his eyes rolled back and he struggled with his consciousness, a renewed hard-on between his legs gave a clear sign that Aaron was checking off all the boxes of an unspoken fantasy.

A tight, painful grip around the base of his ears as Aaron held the fox steady was just the latest in a long line of moves that proved physically delightful for the wolf, and mentally thrilling for Moge. Even when he could hardly draw enough air to moan around his impossible mouthful, he tried to push forth with his head, making it clear that he wanted every inch of Aaron's manhood.

His throat literally couldn't take it, and his muzzle couldn't move when such a heavy force was bucking his head into the wooden boards behind it.

"Damn...I knew you were a t-tight little cocksleeve, but this...this is f-fuckin' too much!" Aaron's sack tightened up as the heavy orbs within tensed, prompting the rest of his body to do the same. A heavier twitch than any other he felt before radiated over Moge's tongue and worked all the way down into his throat, but swallowing wasn't quite the chore he expected.

Aaron's cock reached so far that leaning forward was all it took to gush his seed right into the gullet of the trapped fox, giving him more cum than he could ever need to quench a lusty thirst. "Look at all that waste...spilling right over the side of your cheek...you're such a messy little slut!" Aaron rolled forth on his hips, burying his member as deep as he could for moments at a time, before he engaged in another series of short, choppy thrusts. Like the canine he was, his body presented a knot to Moge and dared the little fox to take the lump in his mouth, but there wasn't quite enough room at the inn.

All told, the fox should have been grateful for the same, but he still watched the wide, thick lump with hungry eyes when Aaron pulled back, allowing the excess of his yield to gush down over Moge's chin. White, sticky cum poured over his neck and down to his chest as he gave up everything he couldn't swallow, but even what he kept was enough to warm his tummy.

He could hardly believe that anyone could produce such a mess.

"Now that... that hit the spot," Aaron leaned back slowly and watched Moge struggle to breathe through a mouth that was still coated with his mess. "Works up quite the appetite, too. Guess I'd better get some dinner..."

With narrowed eyes, Moge refused to take the idea of being treated so poorly, only to be cast aside when Aaron was done. "Hmmph. If that's the way you're going to be, at least that gives me an excuse to leave!"

"No it doesn't, dinner."

Aaron slipped a single digit into Moge's collar when the fox tried to bolt for the door. "I am not just a meal to be had!" he argued, but even as he did, he watched Aaron lift his new smartphone from the remnants of his clothes...only to pop it right into his muzzle and swallow it whole. " Hey!"

"You're part of a meal, anyway. That was just the appetizer, but you're more suited for a main course..."

"Stop talking about me like I'm food!" Moge continued to squirm, but he couldn't escape Aaron's grasp. "And give me back my damn phone!"

"You want it back so badly? Go on in there and get it."

The fox flattened his ears down and back. "...I'll just buy a new one."

"That was a brand new X10 model. I really think you should go in and get it."

All of the jests and humor about being a snack in appearance were catching up with Moge, who wished he'd never been called such a thing after that. The wolf was gazing upon him more like he was a wounded prey than a used lover, but he wasn't able to keep that eye contact for long.

His head was forced into Aaron's crotch once more, as if he was basting the fox in his own juices. Preparing him in such a way was a crude concept, but one that held true as the wolf lifted Moge with ease, holding him up in front of a mouth that opened wider than the fox ever thought it could.

"Been a long time since I had such a good looking meal..."

Moge trembled, nearly passing out as he felt incisors grinding along his shoulders. Those fangs left small streaks of ripped fur and raked flesh as Aaron lifted him further in, painting his torso with a fresh coat of saliva along the way.

Even though the wolf couldn't speak any longer, he was finding all new ways to strike terror into the poor fox.

This isn't happening...there's no fucking way! Moge's thoughts were riddled with panic as he tried to hold his breath, fearful of what might happen if he gave up the last of his oxygen before going in. His ears flickered with trembling fear as they rubbed along the inside of Aaron's throat, but that didn't dissuade the wolf at all: it only drew a primal grunt from him as his arms gripped the fox by wiggling, squirming ankles.

His grip was like an iron vice, holding those limbs completely still as they joined the rest of a quivering body. The light disappeared as fangs closed around curled, squirming toes, and Moge felt pressure unlike anything he'd ever experienced as gravity pulled him further and further down into a lupine stomach.

The last thing he could remember feeling was the flicker of a tongue against his cock as it passed through with the rest of his body, like a final tease for the fox to take with him into the next life.

"Wow...I always knew that you would be a mouthful, but I nearly broke my jaw getting you in there!" Aaron patted his tummy as he felt the fox moving around within, able to see twitches from the vague outline of paws against his fur. "Quite the satisfying little morsel, though. You really hit the spot..."

A loud, thundering belch shook the pitch black cavern that acted as Moge's new home. His ears folded even further back as he tried to drown out the echoing gurgle that wrapped around him, but there was no way to escape such sounds in a place like that.

Like riding a rollercoaster with a blindfold, Moge was subject to every force that Aaron felt, but never knew when they were coming. When the wolf finally plopped back into the bed and came to rest flat on his back, Moge settled physically, but his mind was still racing at what had just occurred.

He'd been swallowed, and with Aaron drifting off for a nap, his fate was sealed.

"Thanks for the quick bite, foxy..."

**

Moge stirred awake with effort, his paws pushing against the side of a massive hunk of flesh. "Out...l-lemme out..."

He was talking in his sleep, enough that it spurred Aaron awake, as well. "Out of what, exactly?"

Snapping free from his dream, Moge looked around the room to see that he was still with Aaron in the hotel, resting in the bed and on the outside of the very stomach that he'd occupied. "Out...o-of there , apparently."

The last thing the fox remembered was the sensation of bodily fluids pouring over his head as he tried to escape, only to find it an impossible task. He didn't have any idea how he'd escaped, but seeing the large, apparently bulge in Aaron's tummy, he thought better of asking about the possibilities.

"Listen, you...I don't know how you knew, but...thank you."

If he didn't know the full backstory behind Moge, and the reason why they'd been hooked up in the first place, Aaron would have been confused at being thanked for eating someone alive.

Keeping the secret of how he'd learned so much about the fox, the large, bestial wolf just smirked and wrapped his arm around the cuddled vulpine. "Don't mention it, little guy. Making a meal out of you was the most fun I've had in a long time...next time, I'll have to save you for dessert."

From an outside view, it would have been weird to see Moge so comfortable and happy against the side of the beast who just ate him, but those closer to the situation would know his smile to be genuine as he drifted off to sleep.

He was out cold when Aaron picked up his cellphone and dialed someone that Moge would have loved to talk to, as well.

"When you're right, you're right, Vintcient."

"So he took your approach rather well, I'm guessing?"

"Like a fish to water," Aaron confirmed. "Although I don't think he knew what pond that stream was gonna end up in."

"I don't think you'll hear him complain about it."

"Not likely, but he might complain about you standing him up at the bar tonight."

The hybrid on the other end of the line snickered; he was at the bar right at that very moment, chatting with Mal about what to drink next. "Something tells me that he'd forgive me if he knew, Aaron."