“You got about 70 years to hear it all?”
“Well… I don’t think I could ever refuse a drink offer…” Steve made a show as if he were thinking long and hard about this. “Ah, what the hell. Why not? I’ll wax poetic for hours, if you want.” He laughed.

“And I can’t really resist offering one to a gorgeous bloke like yourself,” Eames teased, knowing he might have gone a bit too far. But then again when didn’t he? It was just who he was and laughing along with the other, knew of a place where they could chat without much problems. “Wax poetic, hmm? Don’t strike me as the sort who’d do that sorta thing. But then again I’ve been proven wrong b'fore. Got any problems with sitting in a café? Or you prefer some place else?”
“Gorgeous?” Steve was taken aback by the compliment, but nonetheless smiled, taking it graciously. “Well, thank you…”...