Kell raises the glass to his lips, smiling over the rim, before he takes a sip. Flawless methodology.

"Well, they either are unnaturally lucky, or it's a part of the process. My vote goes to intentional inclusion."

A silly suggestion. There's no reason why such a spurious quality as physical attractiveness was there on purpose. But then, their conversation is not a rigorous scientific inquiry. More of a prelude to something else, that's neither rigorous nor in need of words at all. Kell doesn't have the patience to drag the prelude more.
It is only when they leave that Kell feels a sting of panic. Jesper stands up with such a turn of phrase to their companions that make it look less as if they were sneaking out, and more like a planned and elegant exit. With the kind of grace that Kell can only dream of.

This is utter, irresponsible madness. What by the unnamed saints is he even thinking?!

Kell pushes the feeling away, and follows Jesper, emboldened in his decision by the squeeze of Jesper's fingers. A thought crosses his mind where exactly he'd like those fingers to go shooting heat through his body, tinting his cheeks, making his freckles stand out more. Curse his pale skin.

Kell clears his throat, feeling it dry, and himself suddenly short of breath. This is ridiculous, irresponsible, and he doesn't want it to stop.

"Yours."

He would probably die if they went to his and found it... occupied.