"Yeah, probably," Adam said, turning the Muggle lighter he'd been given as a gift over and over in his hand as they sat at his desk. "Since I just now found them. Never trust the trasgu to actually do anything you want correctly."
"You did embarrass me. But it doesn't have anything to do with dominance?" Adam was frowning. "Like, man, you got me up against a wall and you pulled my hair and you bit my neck and I realize that maybe for you that was about dominance but those kind of things happening to me have nothing to do with dominance at all." God, his face was really, really hot, and he couldn't look at Gerard. He stared down at his desk. It was as out in the open as Adam was as willing to put it without saying the exact words to describe it. He didn't have the physical ability to say 'hey you pulled my hair and you bit me and it hit every single one of my buttons and then you forgot about me and that hurt.' Or something to that effect.