Danny cast his glance down, comparing their arms. His skin was indeed darker, which made him feel better. Little did he know, he would have looked awful if he had burned any darker, so it was probably for the best that the sun hadn't scorched him like he wanted. "Fair skinned Tadzio," he mused, reaching to ruffle the boy's hair, "I'm surprised this isn't green yet. Still planning on it?"
Glass was tilted back as Danny took a swallow, absolutely delighted to feel the burn of wine down his throat. Wonderful. Far better than anything he had stashed away beneath the casino counter. Lowering the glass from his lips, he swirled the remaining liquid around, making a mini crimson tornado at the bottom. "I still think it's a shame they haven't promoted you. You deserve better than a busboy job. They might as well call that the slave labor occupation."