Aleksandr never tired of being called a model. He really should start looking into that as a potential career. Being compared to a model was one thing, but it was another to be the genuine article. He could only imagine the kind of praise and attention he'd get if he were to become a professional. A life full of cameras and fawning would be a dream.

"You are wanting traditional Russian, hm?" he replied, letting go of a sigh as Derek touched and kissed at his scales. "This will not be so difficult. There should be most ingredients around in the kitchen somewhere." As infrequently as he cooked for himself he still tried to keep the kitchen well-stocked. A barren fridge was a sorry sight indeed and it would be shameful if he wanted or needed to feed someone and came up empty handed. "But for now I am thinking there is time first for some sleeping.

Derek nodded his head. "It'll help explore what I like and what I don't. If this has taught me anythin', it's to take chances." He smiled some up at Aleksandr. He never thought that he would be in bed with a naga-mutant with hovering over him. Derek bit his lip before leaning forward to kiss his lips. "Yes, we need sleep. Then in the mornin', we can make breakfast and do more of this." Derek turned over on his side and moved back until his back was against Aleksandr's chest.