Lacie's hand slides down the younger Kevin's chest, resting where a certain sensitive mark graces her own Kevin's.

"Mmn, he's missing the best spot," she murmurs, half to herself and half to her Kevin. "We'll have to concentrate on the others."

A mischievous glance at the younger Kevin, as she leans forward, demonstrating her own knowledge by letting the tip of her tongue flicker against his throat, tasting his jugular vein from the edge of his collar up to just beneath his jawline.

"We're only trying to help," Lacie murmurs in his other ear. "Come on... Take advantage of us. Let us..."