The giggling was fucking infectious, and Guy smiled, and leaned into the sweet kiss and realized he was having a really fucking lovely time with Neil if one took away the wicked things they'd just done (which one certainly shouldn't take away).

"We're ready, lovely," he said. He - unlike Neil - didn't really feel the need to say his goodbyes to the man, so he didn't. Instead, he linked his arm through Neil's as they walked out of the apartment and onto the streets.