Neil's quiet a moment, looking at Harry through his eyelashes. It's a terribly charged moment, for him at least, as he considers how exactly to say what's rattling around in his head, begging to be said.

"Mostly because I prefer to avoid thinking about my father when I'm trying to think about someone's cock." Their drinks arrive a moment later, and Neil takes the opportunity to smile at the waiter and put in a food order.