“So you eat human food and vampire food.”
“For the seventh time, yes,” Baz sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Simon was becoming more and more content with his decision to crash Baz’s peaceful winter holiday by the second. In the last three minutes, he’d learned more about vampires (and Baz, of course) than he had in his seven years of dorming with him.
“Weird…” Simon paused. “So which one tastes better?”
“I - what kind of question is that?”
Simon shrugged, and Baz sighed again. Baz sighed too much; it was odd, but then again, what else could he have expected from him?
“I suppose it depends on my mood,” Baz paused. “You do look particularly tasty right now.”
Simon wasn’t entirely sure he was joking. It was Baz, after all, so he scooted back a little bit. Baz looked amused, sitting back in satisfaction.
“Can I see them again? Your teeth,” Simon prodded.
“Please?” Simon refrained from pointing out that he had just saved Baz from burning to death in a fiery explosion.
“Is that why you kissed me?” Baz rolled his eyes. “To get me to answer whatever idiotic questions you come up with? Honestly, next you’ll be asking if I can see myself in mirrors.”
Simon’s eyes widened. “Can you?”
“Snow, you have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”
“I said don’t make me break it.”
“You think my nose is cute?” Simon hoped the flickering of Baz’s fireplace wasn’t bright enough to reveal the blush spreading across his cheeks, before remembering that Baz sort of had night vision.
“You act as if you’ve never been complimented before,” Baz muttered, pointedly looking into the flames.
“I haven’t,” Simon raised a brow. “By you.”
“Don’t get too used to it.”
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