"Anything I want." Dylan murmured against Dave's skin, then lurched to sit up straight and look at the older man directly. "My mom liked the old stuff, I guess, I remember her playing the Beatles when I was really young." He ran his hands down the front of Dave's shirt, grinning at the tingles. "He's got funny eyes." He said absently, and pressed another kiss to the front of Dave's throat. "We can do tons of things together."