Dennis laughed slightly at the other man's reaction. "I don't mind a bit of domination in the bedroom," he said evenly, feeling himself grow a bit hard. "As long as I can do a bit of dominating back. Quid pro quo, you know how it is."
He laughed again and shook his head. "No need for trite lines honestly, I'm hammered enough to agree to most things." For a moment a group of braincells attempted to fire up to send the rest of his brain a rather pointed message about the lack of benefits that drunk decision making had however; the rest of his brain was so pickled that it had about as much impact as someone waving a stick of celery at a 747. "Sure, I guess," he said, standing and grabbing the other man by the shoulder - his waist was a little too far down. Smiling, he led Wayne outside and then disapparated with him into his bedroom. Lazily, he sat down on his bed and looked up. "Where do you want me," he asked.