There was a sudden jolt of anticipation and nervous fear that shot down Daniel's spine at that suggestion, his fingers tightening, then relaxing on the stem of the wine glass and he found himself nodding. And then, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, found his voice, trying to sound casual and not like a teenager out on their very first date. But he wasn't, he wasn't a teenager and he wasn't on a date. They were sat at the kitchen table for Merlin's sake.
"I'd like that." He breathed, body turning in his chair towards Vicq, the butterflies in his stomach becoming suddenly so much more intense as he looked over Vicq, over those lips and those eyes, the strong handsome jaw and the tan of his skin, and there on his neck a smudge of some sort of engine oil or grease and his heart seemed to skip a beat. "You really wouldn't have to ask in future." He added, letting go of the wine glass and letting his hand rest on the top of the table, trying to show that he was completely at ease about the whole thing.
The only other problem was that, despite himself, that little question and their conversation seemed to be turning him on, and Daniel was acutely aware of the pulse rocketing around every single fibre of himself.