Roger could note the change in Fleur, the shift in a girl's face when she was crossing the bridge from buzzed to tipsy to drunk. It was a pretty short bridge in his experience. He nearly choked on his lime at her question, though. He turned his head, amused and pretty sure he was actually blushing. How fucking embarrassing.
He had to think for a minute. Just because he loved sex in general. As long as he was fucking, he was pretty happy. "Up against the wall," he decided, smirking faintly. "I like holding a girl up, her being completely out of control while I fuck her." They should not be talking about this. Really. Really should not be talking about this. But he still arched an eyebrow and leaned a bit closer. "How about you?"