#Handsome davil

[stylographic-blue-rhapsody]

self-indulgent hours: I would like to know both of Athren's boyfriends answers for Face, Motion, Stillness, and Day

(neither Davil or Fel'rekt is actually his boyfriend, of course, but also, yes they are)

they Are his boyfriends. 2 me. in spirit

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

davil starsong has a classically handsome face for a sun elf, with a sharp, fine bone structure, heavily-lashed green eyes, and thick, shiny dark blond hair. besides his objective attractiveness, davil also practically oozes rizz; his expression is one that defaults to "politely flirtatious," dedicating the full force of his attention to whoever he is interacting with in a way that is never inappropriate and is very disarming. the first thing a stranger would notice about him is the warm friendliness of his body language and facial expressions, completely devoid of stereotypical surface elf pretentiousness

fel'rekt lafeen has what I can best describe as a kind face: his resting expression is light and open, almost in a smile. to a surfacer, his most standout features would be the bold scarring across his eye, lip, and jaw, clear markers of a violent career. to someone from menzoberranzan, his most noticeable feature is unquestionably his eyes. fel'rekt's eyes are uncommonly blue, a deep slate color that is certainly the result of something more than the normal lightening that occurs when underdark drow move to the surface. to a lesser extent, his haircut is also unusual: cropped in a style of some sword coast humans, too short to be tied up

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

davil is, in all things, a Performer: sweeping gestures to emphasize his speech, a light swagger when he walks, expressive head tilts and shoulder shrugs when he is listening to someone else. his clothing generally doesn’t hinder how he moves, although he doesn’t intentionally choose things with mobility in mind. his boots do change his stride a bit, though, as he prefers them with a short heel that lengthens his silhouette and audibly clicks when he walks

fel’rekt moves like a big cat: quiet, purposeful, dexterous but with a clear strength and weight to his body. he exclusively wears clothes that give him full range of motion and made of fabrics that have give so as not to rip anything at the seams while climbing to commit light b&e 

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

davil is rarely completely still, although less in the “fidgety” sense and more in the “active engagement” sense. listening to music gets a foot or finger tap, talking with another person at rest has him mirroring their gestures, and relaxing on his own often leads to practicing musical fingerings for new songs sans instrument

fel’rekt once again gets the ‘big cat’ designation: languid and boneless with the sense that that energy could shift in the blink of an eye. he has a tendency to gently sprawl (an arm over the back of a chair, legs kicked out in front of him, etc) but never in such a way that is off-balance or restrictive of potential movement

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

davil has an expansive, cosmopolitan wardrobe built over many years living in the greatest trade city in the world, so he doesn't have one singular style or cut of clothing that is "normal," but there are shared traits of all of his day-to-day wear: first, they have been tailored to fit perfectly. second, the fabric and accessory colors chosen harmonize with his complexion. third, there are at least three places to hide a dagger within each outfit. fourth, the winged snake tattoo on his pec is always covered. and finally, he is never over- or under-dressed for any occasion

fel’rekt, both as himself and as his carnie humansona, defaults to aforementioned fabrics-with-give in dark neutral tones and cuts of clothing that are fairly fitted without being restrictive. this, again, is more of a practicality than a result of personal style; if one were to remove him entirely from his day (night) job and take him shopping, he would gravitate to linens and wool in cool colors and looser cuts. also, while his disguising amulet and symbol of eilistraee are always a given, in a non-work environment he wears subtle jewelry, like plain heavy rings and metal ear studs

[movierentals]

open to: m / nb. feat. LUCA DAVILLE, slacker boyfriend !

"what are we even fighting about, babe? i wasn't flirting with the waiter. he was flirting with me." there were plenty of ways that luca would have rather spent his night than out at some fancy restaurant, forking over an obscene amount of money as an apology for forgetting about valentine's day. he could have spent the night cursing out the competition while gaming, or stoned out of his mind & watching a horror movie. what had already felt like a chore had turned into a fight, all because he had the audacity to be as devastatingly handsome as he was. "you were there with me the whole time, you heard every word i said — it isn't my fault that i was cursed with all this charm & a pretty face to boot."

[thinkaboutkink]

GOOD ENDing GAY MOVIEs List

My very personal playlist of gay movies with easy and soft plot and good ending.

Los Amantes Pasajeros (I'M SO EXCITED!) | 2013 | Spain | By Pedro Almodavar | PLOT: The narrative is set almost entirely on an airplane, this movie its so fucking hilarious, gay and explicit scenes. The protagonists are 3 gay flight attendents, 2 gay/bisex pilots and the passengers of the business class. Need to be seen. (One of the cast member is Lito from Sense8)

In & out | 1997 | America | by Frank Oz | PLOT: Very soft romantic comedy. Howard Brackett is an English literature teacher, living a quiet life in the fictional town in Indiana, with his fiancée Emily. The town is filled with anticipation over the nomination of Howard's former student Cameron in the Best Actor category at the Academy Awards for his portrayal of a gay soldier. Cameron does indeed win the award and, in his acceptance speech, thanks Howard, adding, "and he's gay." Howard's family and friends are shocked; but that is nothing compared to Howard's own reaction of disbelief and indignation. He angrily reassures those who know him that he is straight. Reporters invade his hometown, harassing him for interviews, following the awards night telecast. Well not that straight ... just saying.

Sex Up and Sex Up 2 | 2003/2005 | Germany | by Florian Gältener | PLOT: Ziege, Häschen and Sven are best friends and just average teenagers with the usual problems: girls, hormones and sex. Being 16, all three guys are still virgin and look for ways to change it. Sven is the only one having a girlfriend their relationship just doesn't work. Ziege just looks for a girl who could deflower him, until then he passes the time with pleasing himself. Häschen falls for the beautiful Valerie and has another problem: Whenever he walks up to a girl to talk to her he farts. Everything changes when Ziege's parents return from an exotic holiday and bring a mask with them. Overnight a plant grows out of this mask and its juice has an incredible effect: Once you've taken it and it starts to work you get horny at the first person you see at that moment. THATS NOT ALL GAY but THE GAY PARTS ARE SO HILARIOUS 😂

The Rocky Horror Pictures Show | 1973 | America | by Richard O'Brien | THIS MOVIES ITS SO FAMOUS DON'T NEED PRECENTATION ANYWAY PLOT: In this cult classic, sweethearts Brad and Janet, stuck with a flat tire during a storm, discover the eerie mansion of Dr. Frank-N-Furter, a transvestite scientist. As their innocence is lost, Brad and Janet meet a houseful of wild characters, including a rocking biker and a creepy butler. Through elaborate dances and rock songs, Frank-N-Furter unveils his latest creation: a muscular man named "Rocky." For being suck an old movie the gay action and tension are very explicit. A POINT FOR IT 😂. Watch at your own risk. Not a really good ending but so fun.

Scary Movie | 2000 | America | by Wayans brothers | that movie is a pearl of my childhoods 😂 this a parody of a horror movie called Scream (full of gay tension not intentional) in this movies otherwise are very explicit gay characters and a surprise ending. PLOT: An 18 yo girl named Drew receives a threatening phone call while home alone one night. Drew is chased outside by Ghostface, who stabs her. The following day, Cindy meets up with her boyfriend Bobby and her friends, Brenda, Ray, Greg and Buffy. Various news teams, including hack reporter Gail, converge on the school in the wake of Drew's murder. Gail hooks up with Buffy's intellectually disabled brother Special Officer Doofy, hoping to milk the facts out of him. While Cindy is in class, she receives a note reading: "I Know What You Did Last Halloween!". Amazing movie. The gays don't have a properly good ending but .. complicated issue.

Shriek If You Know What I Did Last Friday the Thirteenth | 2000 | America | by John Blanchard | another parody of Scream with the same plot of the movie before. More dark comedy and Lesbian. Funny 😂.

The 10 years plan | 2014 | America | very funny and romantic story of Myles and Brody, best friends and total opposites. Myles is a hopeless romantic looking for Mr. Right. Brody is a sexy player on the hunt for Mr. Right Now. These two friends make a plan that they'll be together if both of them are still single in a decade. Nearly ten years later and still alone, both friends will do whatever it takes to avoid becoming a couple. Don't worry good end. 💕 (NETFLIX)

Alex Strangelove | 2018 | America | by Craig Johnson | the cutest film ever seen, that is so soft and well-going movies. Teen Drama PLOT: Alex is a High School Student. After eight months of relationship with his best friend Claire, they still haven't had sex and Alex seems to be the one who keeps putting it off. Alex then meets Elliot, an openly gay teenager, and begins to have feelings for him as well, leading him to question his sexuality. Very Very Sweet thing. I quotes his best friend "Do you listen to Panic! At the disco while jerking off to pictures of vapire? Than you are not bisexual." (NETFLIX)

Love, Simon | 2018 | America | by Greg Berlanti | Another sweet teen drama that I love. PLOT: Simon Spier is a closeted gay high school boy living in a suburb of Atlanta. He has a close and loving family and three best friends: Nick, Leah and Abby. One day, Leah informs Simon about an online confession of a closeted gay student at their high school, known only by the pseudonym "Blue". Simon begins communicating with Blue via email using the pseudonym "Jacques". The two confide personal details and form a connection. However, their emails are accidentally discovered by another student, Martin, who is infatuated with Abby. After learning his secret, Martin blackmails Simon by threatening to make his emails public unless he agrees to help Martin win over Abby. SWEETEST.

Love Is All You Need | 2012 | Danimark, Italy | by Susanne Bier | this isnt a gay main story but in the end it turns out gay PLOT: Ida, a Danish hairdresser who has lost her hair to cancer, returns home from the hospital one day to find her husband is cheating on her. She decides to travel to Italy on her own for her daughter's wedding, but discovers on arriving that the wedding gathering will present its own challenges

Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho (The Way He Look) | 2014 | Brazil | by Daniel Ribeiro | PLOT: The story centers on Leonardo, a blind high school student struggling with independence and his friendship with Giovanna and Gabriel. Gabriel will become more than a friend.

Sommersturm (Summer storm) | 2004 | Germany | by Marco Kreuzpaintner | PLOT: A teenager comes to terms with his sexuality and his feelings for his best friend over the course of a summer. Tobi and Achim are best friends and rowing teammates, and they have competed together in several races. During a summer training retreat, Achim's increasingly serious relationship with his girlfriend stirs up feelings in Tobi that suggest he views Achim as more than a friend. Events come to a head as the summer comes to a close and a big race is on the horizon.

Handsome Devil | 2016 | Ireland | by John Butler | Plot: very not romance movie its a easy film with good message not violents. Its about a friendship. It centres around an ostracised teenager, Ned, at an elite rugby-obsessed all boys boarding school in Ireland modelled on Castleknock and Clongowes, whose new roommate, Connor, is the school’s new rugby star-player. The two form an unlikely friendship until it is tested by those around them. The film features themes of homosexuality, while examining the hypocrisy and snobbery of the Irish private school system. very quiet movie, if you dont want to cry 😂 (NETFLIX)

FEEL FREE TO SUGGEST SOME OTHER GOOD ENDING FILMs, HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.💕💕💕

[moirai-au]

Timeline: arc 6 - Aftermath, about a week after the Orator is defeated

Warnings: shippy, Davil, vague mentions of alcoholism and self-harm

Taglist: @immabethehero @bupine​ @tabbynerdicat @i-maybe-exist @its-ethan-bro @sandinthetardis @honestlyitsjustkenna @taikeero-lecoredier @idkwheresanti

if any of yall (18+ only for the love of god please) wanna see the ns*w version, it’s over here.

“And you still won’t tell me where we’re going, or what we’re even doing.”

“Nope! That’s the whole concept of a surprise, babe.”

Cecil pursed his lips, unamused. He closed the book he’d been finishing just a moment prior and set it aside, on the growing pile of useless volumes right next to the desk. It wasn’t as big or as comfortable as the one in his own apartment, but it made do. “You do know I still have three other idiots to take care of here, right?”

“They’ll be fine, trust me. Charlie can take care of himself, Mars barely does anything but sleep for now, and Ollie’s watching over him. You can leave for a few hours without the mansion burning to the ground, you know.”

Cecil raised a brow. “...Were you even here for the last month and a half?”

“Painfully present, yeah,” Dave chuckled. “Remember the smell of the oven melting? I still don’t understand how the kid pulled that one off.”

The older man groaned. “For someone who wanted to reassure me, you’re not doing a very good job of it.”

“Oh c’mon! It’s gonna be okay, I’m sure of it. Besides, you really need a break.”

“I do not!” Cecil protested, distractedly scratching at his appearing stubble. Dave peered up at him with a deadpan look, considering his wrinkled clothes, his emaciated face and the dark rings under his eyes. “...Really? You know what, it doesn’t matter,” he shook his head, his blue eyes hardening. “This is me putting my foot down, not a negotiation. I’m not gonna sit here and let you run yourself into the ground like this. You’re coming with me, and that’s final.”

 The doctor stared at the younger man, taken aback- he’d never heard him use this tone before. it was firm, confident, and evidently left no room for complaint. “...Fine.” he heard himself say before he even realized it. Verdammt. Maybe he was more tired than he thought, giving in that easily.

Or maybe Dave just had this natural sense of authority Cecil had never seen before, because he’d never actually needed it. It actually made sense, considering he was a father.

Thinking about it now, it was obvious. Cecil could’ve hit himself.

“Great!” David beamed, his previous sternness gone as fast as it had arrived. “Just lemme grab a few things first, and pack warm clothes. I’ll get my car.”

“I- your car?” the doctor repeated, his confusion growing- just how far was Dave planning to take them? The smaller male only winked in response, an impish grin on his tanned face. “You’ll see.”

 ***

 It was an abnormally warm night for mid-december.

Well, warm as in… not freezing. Enough above zero that you could stand outside comfortably with a thick enough sweater kinda warm. When-even-are-seasons-anymore-climate-change-is gonna-kill-us-all kinda warm.

“I don’t get it.” Cecil mumbled as they exited the car, making a valiant effort to tone down his annoyance. “Why have you brought us here?” There truly was nothing here, other than miles and miles of rolling hills, some train tracks a few yards away, and a forest somewhere East.

Dave didn’t respond- he just smiled up at him, a hand holding the strap of the backpack he’d brought along. A giddy smile that made Cecil’s stomach flutter a little. Then he silently pointed upward, looking at him expectantly.

Cecil frowned, nonplussed, reflexively following the other’s movement; what was he-

What… was…

 He was looking up. Up, up into the endless sky. And he kept on looking, jaw growing slack, arms falling to his sides.

Because there was just so many stars so many stars more than he’d ever seen in his entire life, it was like he was ten all over again looking up through the window and babbling about rocket ships and aliens and how he was going to see it all one day-

 “You okay in there, hot stuff?”

Cecil snapped out of his stupor, looking down to see David smirking smugly at him- he was holding a thermos in each of his hands, and there was a blanket laid on the grass, big enough for the two of them. So that’s what he’d packed in his bag. “How-” he cleared his throat, “How did you…”

Dave only winked, tapping a finger against his temple. “...Oh.” the doctor realized. Right. They’d all been in each other’s heads.

“It’s mostly faded by now,” Dave shrugged, setting the warm containers on a corner of the blanket, “Those are your memories, and nobody should snoop through them… but that one stuck with me. And I- I really wanted to surprise you, y’know?”

Cecil nodded, not the slightest trace of anger or annoyance on his features. He just looked up again, silent, pale moonlight lighting up his milky white skin.

Then he looked back at him and Dave was pretty sure he was going to die on the spot.

 Cecil was smiling. Not the cocky, arrogant smirk he sometimes wore. Nor the small, timid one he managed to draw out of him once in a blue moon.

An actual, genuinely happy smile that went up to his grey, dark-rimmed eyes, crinkled up and sparkling with joy. Oh, fuck me, he thought.

 Could one fall for the same person twice?

 “Thank you,” Cecil breathed out, his voice uncharacteristically unsteady. “I… You… I’m sorry. For- for getting annoyed, I know I shouldn’t, you don’t- you deserve better.”

Ah, shit. This tall motherfucker was actually going to make him cry at this rate. “Shit man,” Dave choked, stepping closer to Cecil. “Just- c’m’here.”

He wrapped his arms around the taller man’s middle and pulled him close, tilting his head up to welcome the German’s lips on his own, the older man’s slender hands settling on both sides of his face. The kiss was slow, tender, yet filled with latent intensity and passion. They somehow ended up on the blanket, sitting ever-so close and filling the chilly air with wanton sighs and hums, carried away by the cold breeze.

 They eventually pulled back, catching their breath- they were both flushed, eyes slightly glazed over, as they looked at each other with gentle devotion. “I must say…” the doctor murmured, still a bit lightheaded, “This is… quite the break.”

Dave chuckled fondly, before pecking playfully at his lover’s forehead. “Told you you needed it. You’re running yourself ragged Ceec, no wonder you’re on edge.”

“Still, I shouldn’t keep taking out my frustration on you. It’s not right.”

Dave hummed. “Yeah, I know. But you’ve gotten better at it, really. Just gotta keep going forward, yeah?” He tucked a strand of greying hair behind Cecil’s left ear. “ ‘sides, you know I won’t just stand there and take it if you really start to be an ass.”

Cecil snorted. “So I’ve seen. You’d probably snap me in two.”

“Damn right I could! Look at that scrawny ass, I could kick it into the sun.”

“Mmh, I don’t think so. You like it too much, as you keep telling me.”

“Aw shit, he figured it out,” Dave fake-whispered, before they both broke out into laughter. “Oh, also,” he gasped when the hilarity subsided, “this isn’t just a break. S’also a celebration!”

“A celebration?”

 Dave smiled, holding out a thermos to the older man. He looked proud of himself. “Happy one month clean, handsome.”

It took him a few seconds to understand, but when he did, he reflexively rubbed at his arm, feeling his face warm up significantly as he accepted the offering, taking a sip. Mmh, black coffee, no cream and no sugar. Just how he liked it. “Ah… yes, thank you.”

“And I’m almost three months sober!” the father cheered, wrapping an arm around his partner’s neck to pull him closer. “Man, look at us. We’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Cecil chuckled, a little smile gracing his lips as he looked up at the inky skies above. “I… guess we are.”

 They laid down next to each other, their shoulders bumping together as they huddled under the extra blanket Dave had brought along. Alone, together on that grassy hill more than an hour away from the city, they tried to find as many constellations as they could while Cecil offered trivia and anecdotes on each of them, like the Earth’s sky map had been burned into his brain at a young age. 

But then again, with the doctor’s photographic memory, it might’ve just been.

 Ursa Major. Altair. Alpha Centauri. Supernovas. Nebulae. His eyes shone with almost feverish enthusiasm as he talked, making him look so much younger, so alive, as Dave listened with rapt attention.

Then, as the older man was going over the specifics of the supermassive black whole at the center of the Milky Way, Dave rolled them over, coming to a stop to stand on all fours above Cecil, smiling lovingly.

The German stopped rambling and blinked up at him- with his hair uncovered and framing his face in auburn curls, his deep blue eyes crinkled up in amusement, and the myriad of stars surrounding him, David looked like he belonged in a Van Gogh painting. Beautiful. Almost ethereal, yet so real, so… tangible. Oh how he wanted to frame the moment so he could keep it forever.

He gulped. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Before he could stop himself, his finger mindlessly started to trace invisible lines between Dave’s freckles, drawing a surprised giggle from the man. 

 His very own milky way. Full of constellations for him alone to name. All within his reach.

 “Shouldn’t you look up? The stars are up there.” he mumbled, thoughts not quite straight. Dave laughed, clear and deep. “Don’t need to. I can see them in your eyes. That’s more than enough for me.”

Silence. Cecil huffed. “That was the corniest thing you’ve said yet.”

“C’mon, you know you like it. You’re blushing.”

“Shut up and kiss me again, you dumm.”

 Dave happily complied.

***

It would be dawn soon. As they stared at the endless space above them- mostly void, partially stars- sipping hot tea and coffee from their respective thermoses, huddled together under a thick woolen blanket to shield themselves from the chilliness of that winter night… they felt like they’d brushed with eternity.

“Hey.” Dave whispered, breaking the comfortable silence.

A quiet hum of acknowledgement.

“Do you.. regret not going? Up there.”

“Mmh. F’course, a little still. T’was my dream.” the German mumbled, words slurring together. Right. Of course he did, dumb question. “But…”

The father blinked. “But…?”

“Wouldn’t have met… Mars. ‘liver.” A pause, an intake of breath. “Met you.”

 Dave bit his lip, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. He wiped at the wetness at the corner of his eyes, smiling so hard it almost hurt. “Y-Yeah. I guess so.” He squeezed his lover’s hand underneath the blanket. “Ceec…?”

 A quiet, soft snore was his only reply. Dave chuckled quietly and turned his head- Cecil was out like a light, lips slightly parted, his usually sharp features smoothed over and relaxed.

The smaller man gently reached out to cup the other’s sleeping face, his thumb slowly stroking over his cheekbone- just watching. This wasn’t a sight he was graced with often; they might have been sharing a bed for a few weeks now, but the doctor always went to sleep later than he did, and always got up before him, by the pale light of dawn… that is, when he even bothered to sleep at all.

That was the main reason why he’d dragged his partner out on this little trip- Cecil had been working himself to the bone again, going over piles and piles of old books in search for an explanation, for any information on Mars’ abilities and his newfound… condition. To no avail so far, which was driving the older man even more frantic. Between this, trying to cater to everyone’s physical and mental wellness, and the logistical nightmare that was the latest addition to their little group- an honest-to-god time-traveler… well, he looked like the slightest breeze would knock him over.

In short, he’d been in need of a break. Badly. Preferably the kind that would knock some sense into that big brain of his. Since they both had gotten together, Dave had been trying to get Cecil to take better care of himself, to stop skipping meals, to finally sleep a decent amount each night… hell, he’d started to see some actual progress before Mars was kidnapped and everything had gone to shit. 

He couldn’t let his efforts go to waste, especially not now. Not in such a delicate time, when they were all still recovering. And now, looking at Cecil, sleeping deeply and peacefully for the first time since the kid had disappeared almost a month ago… Dave was glad he hadn’t given up.

 And that he’d filled that thermos with decaf, but Ceec didn’t need to know that.

 Dave sighed contentedly as he snuggled closer to the other, burying his face in his chest and drawing the blanket higher over them both, letting himself be lulled into a comfortable drowsiness. Their backs would probably be sore from sleeping on the hard ground... but that was a problem for future them.

[sentocomeunsordo]

Se passate la vita a essere qualcun'altro chi sarà voi?

Handsome devil

[micbonbon]

This make me miss "the davil is a handsome man" SO MUCH! 😭

Maybe this is silly, but I felt like drawing characters with demon horns… which somehow turned into demonic Slytherins?

Hoping to do colour versions when I have some more free time :3

[viladlind]

to be studied can be a special type of privilege. it is when the eyes looking at him are like dripping honey, washing over fiyero pleasantly. he's delighted when his teasing isn't only accepted, but returned, and the smile grows a bit wider, happier. a spectacle is the easiest thing for him to be, and he likes playing alongside others.

   especially if they're this handsome. he's always had a bit of a thing for blonde elves ... perhaps unfortunately so. it doesn't feel that unfortunate when he takes a step closer, his hand finding the man's shoulder as he holds the dress a bit closer.

   (this is already further than he ever got with davil.)

   ' i do insist, ' he hums, giving the other a once-over that drags on for a bit too long, intentionally. ' how couldn't i, with a face that pretty? you deserve the finest of garments. ' smoothing the fabric of the dress down with his other hand, pressing it against zevran's chest, fiyero gives him some space to grab it himself.

   he doesn't take a step back, though. not yet. ' try it on, see how you feel. we can always pick something else. i'd love to see you in plenty of these choices. one of them involves leather, i believe. '

him? plain?

zevran wants to argue but... well, he is not entirely sure what is going on, what with the appearance of this random stage of sorts, and the fact that he is, admittedly, not wearing anything particularly glamorous at this moment. but plain? it would almost be better to be called ugly.

he might have even had it in himself to be offended, if this grievous insult had not been accompanied by a beautiful face with the most captivating eyes zevran has ever seen. his one weakness.

he studies the garment held before him. the sleeves are a bit too orlesian for his taste, but he's never said no to anything form fitting. although his gaze might be lingering a bit longer on the tiefling than on the dress itself.

"Are you truly so eager to see my figure? We've only just met," he teases. as if that has ever stopped him before.

"But if you insist..."