" What about you, prince?” he purred enticingly, diverting the topic once again. “How many daring lovers have you encountered in the course of duty?”
Miysis smiled—a heated smile that caught Lyre off guard. Bracing his hand on the cushion beside Lyre’s head, the griffin leaned down until their faces were close. “I’ve found a few here and there.”
Lyre looked into those darkening green eyes and wondered who was playing who. Letting sensuousness slide into his body language, he touched a finger to the pattern inked on Miysis’s stomach, then slowly traced the circular design.
The griffin didn’t so much as twitch. Hmm. His poker face was damn good.
“I thought you were expected elsewhere,” Lyre crooned softly.
“They can wait.” Miysis leaned closer. “What if I’ve decided I want your company after all?”
Lyre pressed his palm flat against Miysis’s stomach. "

― Annette Marie , The Blood Curse (Spell Weaver, #3)