“You don’t say,” said Ira, with great amusement as the couch rocked under Staas’ motion. Lady gazed at the other man’s lap intently, and pounced on it.
He giggled, then ticked each option off on his fingers, making a show of shuffling through his past experiences. “…Sex? Probably not enough, considering the reputation bisexuals are supposed to have, right? Drugs? Besides some stupid experimenting as a teen, nothing particularly provocative. Rock and roll? You know, I kind of wish.” Thinking about this, Ira made himself a mental note to ask Staas about his band history at some point in the future.
His grin tapered off into something a little more wistful, but still light-hearted. “So. Yeah. But I can’t complain. I don’t really regret anything, and I’m happy now.”