"I’ll have to wear my short shorts so most of my legs get tan." His smile turned a little wicked, "Or maybe I’ll use a secluded spot in the roof garden at the Consulate to minimise the tan lines?" He’d sunbathed sans shorts before, when he’d had the manor to himself, a very long time ago.
The little dart of Wally’s tongue made him lean in and press a kiss to damp lips and he smiled against them. "And here’s me without a felt tip or eyeliner to play right away."
A barking from the facility caught his attention briefly, but there were so many pups and dogs around he didn’t think much of it. Instead he kissed Wally again, just because he could.