Yusuf was captivated by Nicolo's mouth. Maybe it was something else. Either way, he felt suddenly playful and dangerous being put on par with God. He grinned with teeth before pulling Nicolo's hand toward him sharply. Trying to get him out of his seat and instead onto his lap.

"Then I am to call you husband, husband," he teased. "And we are both in great trouble as that provides the instruction to love, honor, and obey." His hands went to Nicolo's waist.

"Who obeys first?"