"If I must," Oliver teased. "You know, Derek actually suggested that I make friends with new people. I must have seemed pretty damned pitiful these past couple weeks without you."
Oliver laughed. "No ravishing. Got it. I'll work on charming you instead." He put on a mock accent. "Slightly tanned maiden- er, mister, how do I wish to toss you upon thine bedsheets but alas the maid just tidied and it would be unseemly to muss them. So I shall have to gaze upon thine beauty in ravishment's stead." He clasped Tommy's hands between his own and held them against his chest, staring deeply into Tommy's eyes and trying not to snigger.
"I think we can make out. Maybe do that strange thing where I talk, too."