Pascal stretched out languidly on the bed as Byron headed for the bathroom. He stifled a giggle at the sight of the other man's tent. Hello, Mr Fielding. He'd have just spit that stuff on the floor, but judging by his surroundings, Byron would likely not appreciate that one.
He gave Byron an impish grin when he came back. It was clear the other man was about to get pounced. "Hey."