The older boy slides his finger under Tavros's chin, tilting his head up. His face is a mix of eager and torn. "The one thing I want to be trying most ... we gotta wait on that one. That's gotta be motherfuckin' perfect, you know? Candles and quiet time and all that kinda shit, like real romantic - I don't think we got no place for that here."

He drops his eyes again, and then grins, slow and sweet and a little knowing. "But we can do some other shit, if you want to be. There's all sorts of business we can be getting up to."