Tommy snorted. "You just want to get me to bed." He knew that there weren't that many places they could go in this house. It wasn't exactly the manor with plenty of places to go, not that they would go many places. The walk through the rooms would have been more dangerous than staying where they were.
He patted Oliver's leg. "Come on. How bad can an after shake be? We can stay here and eat or we can go to bed if you want. Whatever makes you more comfortable. Unless you really want to get in my pants, in which case, I might consider skipping dinner," he said as he got out from under the table and checked the food. No dry paint from the ceiling in the plate. That was indeed good news. "So what would you rather do?"