"Oh," Harm sighed, feeling deflated. It wasn't as if he'd have been able to change the situation even if it had been Ben's fault, though he realised only in hindsight that he'd been willing to try to tug on the connection he'd made here tonight to see if he could maybe swing things in his favour. That it had to do with the Kuei-Jin made much more sense. He took a breath and smiled at Ben, pleased that he wasn't involved after all. His initial impression in the clinic still counted for something; Ben was a rare, honest politician, interested in changing things for his people.
Harm admired him. He didn't admire Jake McCloud but maybe that was just because he didn't know him. He'd have to give him a chance before the election, so he could make a fair decision between the two - rather than basing it solely on who'd given him the most outstanding orgasm of his life. Instinctively, his gaze found its way to Ben again, noting how bright his unusual eyes were and thinking about the fangs he hid rather well behind his pink lips. Damnit, there went his dick again, eager for another round. He blushed and shifted his towel around, using it to wipe his sticky fingers after he'd sucked the sauce off them, hoping to cover up where his thoughts were straying.
"You know, you don't have to stay here watching me eat," he told Ben shyly, feeling pinned beneath his stare. "I get it if you want to go upstairs to your sire - that does mean the vampire that made you a vampire, right? Have you lived with him all fifteen years?"