Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle."
"Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly.
Ian grinned. "Exactly.

Your mum pounced on her and started sucking away. Would’ve been arousing if not for all the screaming.”

“Ian,” Bones drew out warningly.

He grinned. “You’re right. I was aroused anyway.

I say, look at the melons on that lass,” Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. “And hung like a stallion, he is.”

“Focus, mate,” Spade muttered.

Christ girl, Ι wasn't even going to bite you. Well, not the way you're thinking."
"I'm flattered you want to fuck me as well as muder me. Really, Liam, that's sweet."
He grinned. "Valentine's Day was just last month, after all.

You do that, and I take back every nasty thing I've ever said about you."
He grinned, his mood changing from serious to wicked in an instant. "Why? I'm all those things and more.

I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade