Anael

"I know what you are, Robin," Anael agreed, refusing to mirror his form of address and reduce him to the species he belonged to. He had never felt love in the other pucks he had met. But he would not push anymore than he already had, and he downed his glass so he could abandon it on the bed beside him, leaving him free to run both hands up Robin's thighs. He gave him an inviting little smile, and a way out of the conversation he so clearly did not wish to have. "And I know what you do best."