Monty chuckled in response to the others words. This was true; he was very much an opportunist. It was really their fault that they were so carefree about who they let into the place.

"When has anything ever been enough for me?" He teased in return as he lightly grazed his fingers along the others jawline. "Oh but you. You are always more than enough." Why was he being so uncharacteristically open about his affections for the vampire? Monty was equal parts aware that he was acting off and not caring at all. Was this that potions doing? It did not seem to matter under the moonlight and in the arms of the vampire that he loved.