List of lovers? Barty hadn't kept track of everyone, hadn't learned everyone's names even, not that he really felt like sharing that at the moment. Barty had never been ashamed of what he did and how many men. The pure numbers had never been the point, though. That was why the list of men he did know weren't just fucks, they well, they were fucks but it was different kind of fucks. They weren't...this, no Evan was the only one on this list, if this were another kind of list.
The next bit Barty expected and had anticipated. Evan and Barty. Barty and Evan. The two of them being together, just them - or what? Barty hadn't expected some bit about sharing an additional someone! Did people do that? Like really do it and it worked? Barty had an awful memory of his first introduction to a 'gun' - blasted muggle thing nearly destroyed his bits because of a jealous lover not really okay with Barty being there as a third for a night.
But, mmm, Evan had started discussing a possibility. And Barty didn't care about the bus boy, but he really hoped Evan did that at dinner that night, the bit about his hand inside Barty's thigh. It was really tempting to just lean up and kiss Evan to start another round, but no, this was the talk thing that couples did, defining moment or whatever. And it was near impossible to do that if they were having another go. Barty wasn't unreasonable.
"I'd like that," he smiled, "I want you more than going after random blokes, lots more. Can I see you every day?" His question was innocent enough, but he couldn't help the dodgy look in his eye, as well as the fact Evan well knew he got laid on a daily basis. Barty's sexual appetite wasn't going to be decreased because of this change. They had been about doing that for a few days already, and Evan hadn't seemed to mind...