[Taashath's chest flutters a little when Oren laughs. This whole situation feels like something out of a dream, but he's always been good in strange or high-tension situations. Oren embraces the vertical, but Taashath quietly shifts so he can sit up, hip and thigh still tucked up against Oren's side.]

Ah, well-- In the event that we aren't sharing an erotic dream sequence out of a french indie film...

[He leans forward, back into Oren's field of vision.]

Would you like to get brunch in the morning? As a date. I understand if we, ah, missed our window, but I'd had a fantastic time tonight even discounting the nostalgia.