"For the love of all things I hold sacred, Anastacios, time hasn't made you one bit less delicious," he purred from the shadows as he emerged, his dark eyes flicking up the length of the phoenix's body and a smile tweaking those full lips. "Those jeans. I might be stealing those in the near future... they'd really do fabulous things for my ass."
He hopped nimbly up the steps to his trailer, twisting the handle to open the door and admit them both inside. "You never mix business and pleasure, which is really a shame all things considered... especially with me talking you up every night to ensure that everyone knows wha a delectable eyeful they're going to get after you explode."