Michael returns the knight's smile with one of his own as the latter finally started to open up.
"There we go," he says with a short laugh, "So he smiles after all. Sorry, but you've been way too serious considering where you are."
"And as for your tales," the immortal continues, "Why, those are the best of times to tell tales of. It's the darkest moments that bring out the best of us, I've found. So I'll have to agree with our friend here. Go on, tell us a tale. And enjoy something to drink while you're at it, for you might be talking for a while."
With that, Michael downs one last glass of the punch before moving the knight's glass of punch a bit closer to him.
Xarrest follows for a moment as Forest withdraws, a tiny hint of disappointment stealing through him as she parts from him, the feeling dissipating as Forest instead kisses Lorenzo. The sigh that the teen might have heaved, however, is quickly cut off as she runs a hand down him, cool fingers tracing out various scars on the way down, drawing a quiet hiss from him as his own aching need is made apparent.
As if in response to this realization Xarrest feels her hand working the zipper of his dress pants open, drawing a groan from the teen as her hand inadvertently brushed against his throbbing length, not quite freed of its constrictions, but liberated to a degree nonetheless. Deciding to return the favor, Xarrest traces a tattoo clad hand back down her body, undoing the zipper keeping that sinfully short skirt together before sliding his hand under the now loosened skirt, taking care to avoid Lorenzo's.
With a slight grin, Xarrest brushes the nub at the apex of her folds, just above where the pirate's fingers are so pleasurably intruding, before working it over in earnest, still warming fingers trying to coax every last bit of sensation from that tiny pearl of flesh that he can manage.