"I really like triangles better than threesomes," Pegasus says thoughtfully, as he pours himself a glass of wine, and stands looking over it at the bed.
"Shut up." Seto pulls his face out from between Mai's breasts and looks up at him with something almost like a glare. "Why do you always have to talk?"
"And stop drinking," Mai tells him, "you're no fun if you pass out, you know."
Pegasus sets down his glass. "Yes, I like triangles." Absentmindedly, he pulls both of them into his arms, as he drops down onto the bed. "By rights, darling," he says, chucking Seto under the chin, "you ought to positively hate Mai here, and you," kissing the tips of Mai's long-nailed fingers, "should really want to rip his eyes out. And you ought to both be furious with me, of course." Here, he drop a few kisses, impartially, on both of them, "because I simply can't make up my mind. Which will it be tonight," as he leans back, resting his head on his arms, "my gorgeous Blue-Eyes White Dragon, or my delectable Harpy Queen?" He looks at them, half-lidded and lazy, with a smile so smug it would take paint off the walls, and then stares upward at the ceiling.
And Mai looks at Seto, and he looks back at her, and they both nod at each other.
"In your dreams, Pegasus," Seto says dismissively. And he sticks his face back in between Mai's breasts.