Owen grinned sheepishly, rubbing his nose as he looked slyly at Vincent. "Yeeaaahhh," he drawled, "really peaceful and joyous. I'd definitely be cool with going back and trying them. With you," he smirked, recalling his experience with Sultan Sabri Khalif in the thermal pools. It was nothing compared to his memories of starting his relationship with Vincent in the luxurious confines of Sabri's palace, though. His heart swelled as he recalled that emotional, stimulating and eye-opening time of his life.
God, I love you but you are so wicked bringing Turkey up while we're at work, Owen murmured into Vincent's mind, releasing his hand in order to wrap his arms about his husband's waist and nuzzle a kiss against his throat.
Kerr's eyebrows lifted as Vincent was open about his relationship and favourite holiday destination; he was surprised to hear such details. Owen followed up by agreeing with Vincent then went quiet as he worked his way into his love's arms. A buzz of awareness told Kerr that they were communicating mentally and even though he didn't know the details of their exchange, he suddenly felt like he was intruding. The demonstration of their love also warmed him, making him long for Ben. He decided it was time for him to go home, though he wasn't sure exactly how to make his exit, after so recently asserting he had nowhere else to be.
"It sounds delightful," Kerr smiled gently, his gaze shifting between the couple, allowing the moment the gravitas it deserved. He decided honesty was his best strategy. "You two make me wish I was with Ben," he admitted softly. "I might take my leave after all. I look forward to hearing from you about our dinner. You'll make a reservation and call me, Vincent?" he prompted, wanting to be certain he'd understood his role correctly - Vincent seemed to know the management at Echelon so he would make the arrangements, all Ben and Kerr had to do was turn up.