"Oh get off it," Tommy said, sighing. "Even you can't be this dense. I just kissed you, you say you don't know you want this and then you want to pretend that we're dating. What the hell is wrong with you, Oliver?"
He leaned back and closed his eyes. "If we ever date, we're doing it for real, you idiot, and I do expect much better champagne than last night. If I'm putting out, you'll support me in the standard I'm accustomed to. And If you don't want to go there, then we're not pretending. And if you don't get basic human need not to be put through the emotional shredder, then you don't get to mop like a thirteen year old, which are doing right now, because I can deal with you not being emotionally connected, I can't deal with you reliving our teenage years. Once was enough."