“I’m not a child.”
“No? You’ve studied human culture for years. Surely you’ve come across some gay porn.”
“I haven’t. I’m the captain of this ship, not a scientist.” Had they withheld information from him?
The laugh—it was the low, deep kind that made Zenon tingle—sounded close to his ear. “Now, I almost want to suck you off just to see your reaction.” Carlo touched his lips to the skin right behind his ear, and Zenon flew to his feet. He didn’t think Carlo would bite him, but he wouldn’t take any risks. Those teeth looked too blunt to do any damage, and nothing indicated they could grow fangs, but he wasn’t willing to trust the reports yet.
Heat washed through him as Carlo did the eyebrow thing again.
Zenon gestured at his own forehead. “You were having naughty thoughts?” Wasn’t it what he’d said last time he did it?