Terence looked at him like he was insane. "Sun, for starters. Food, for seconds. I'm sorry, good food." He didn't talk about it often, but he just wasn't fond of English food- not like he loved food from home.
His eyes were caught on Miles' lips, picturing them around his cock and he nearly groaned, luckily catching himself.
"Fuck mate, I'd enjoy it too- got to get something from the shit, yeah?" He some how managed to refrain from commenting on just how fucking good Daphne was. He didn't think Miles would appriceate him talking about his wife even if it were a sham marriage.
"Dangerous fucking shit," he repeated slowly, nodding.
Terence chuckled when he was told to fuck off although he noticed the way Miles was standing, looking, and he wondered if it wasn't being given a second thought. His cock seemed to jump to attention at the thought and Terence cursed himself. This was Miles. He raised an eyebrow when at the claim though. Best mate or not- that was the sort of thing that was begging to be tested. "Bold fuckin claim with no fuckin proof to back it up," he goaded, taking another hard drink of the whiskey. He really wished the blood would leave his cock and visit other areas of his body. Like his brain.
He turned around to look where the cousins were talking, plenty far away. "I don't know mate," he smirked, "I was pretty fuckin' drunk."