"In your line of work, a lot of things get a man dead real fast," John returns. "In mine too. I could kid you, Mr. Olyphant. I could come on to you so smooth you'd believe I'd been aching for your touch this past year. Weave you a pretty web of lies about loyalties. I could play coy and let you think you're persuading me into your bed."
He leans in closer, speaking directly into Tim's ear. "I'm not trying it, because I don't believe you'd swallow it. You want me, I'm yours for tonight. No strings. No expectations. No. Limits."