"You're crazy," He states. It might sound blunt, but Lucian's not trying to be invasive. It's certainly the start to a new year. He's had his first kisses with men today. Public ones, at least, and with the same person.

He wonders, in the back of his head, if the pastor of Cedar Grove would have a heart attack if he confessed in church on Sunday. Maybe he would, just to see what the other would do.

They make their way to the bar, and Lucian has a thought. It strikes him, quick as lightning. So much so he actually manages a gasp, and when he looks at Dane it's with a wicked gleam in his eye, conspiratory.

"You live here, don't you?"