“Mike, you are the one that covered me in lip-gloss. There was non-consensual harassment of my nipples and I had glittery gloop all over me that took forever to get off. If you are willing to subject me to that you have to be prepared for a little pay-back. Now blink.”

Mike gives him the death-stare. “Touch my face with that torture device and I will kill you. Besides, your nipples taste nicer grape-flavoured.”

Lars changes tact, he pours more vodka over Mike’s chest and begins lapping it up. He moves down Mike’s body. He’ll be at his mercy soon.