"I am no woman," Lothar agrees. He leans in to kiss Llane; kissing a man is different from kissing a woman. It isn't tender the way he normally would have been with his wife but, instead, is a meeting of strength with strength. He buries his hands in Llane's hair and tilts his head a little, trying to coax him to relax as he slants his mouth over the other man's.

It's been a while since they were together like this but it's not something that Lothar has ever really forgotten. Even as boys, there had been a connection and now that connection was as strong as ever.