Kavinsky breathed a laugh. It wasn't that he didn't do that, because he did, and honestly it was a little flattering to be wanted. But he had gotten used to being on the receiving side of things, and honestly preferred it most times.

That didn't really matter. This place wasn't like Darrow, where he could reach toward magic and tug on it to do his tricks of pulling things out of his dreams. Now he rather wished he had broken into one of the little houses on the beach.

"S'pose I could eat your ass," he said with a cunning grin. "A spit fuck might be all we can manage, my man. Until I'm better equipped."