And this was why he'd moved George. After all, Riley had shared a room and bed (platonically!) with Kinn for several weeks. He knew how the man had needed Porsche. What it had meant for him to create that picture for the mural of the motorcyclist riding Porsche's favorite bike through a city.

Seeing him settle into everything now warmed the Fae's heart and he giggled softly before smearing a little bit of cream from the pastry onto Kinn's nose. "You don't have a secretary, P'Kinn."