Don't make Zetta think about Lash having physical contact prior to knowing him. He'd seen dreams. Dreams that made him bitter and jealous... though despite their new openness, he would never admit to any of that. Not even to himself.

"No. We didn't." He hesitated a moment. "And I don't remember just how far we'd gotten in it. I remember I'd been cutting clothing off of you, but now how much... except that I hadn't seen anything good yet."