Oliver abandoned the glass. He rested his hands on either side of Percy's legs and for a moment, a brief moment, he thought of Tristan... and the sex, which hadn't been bad despite Tristan being a man. And god he was horny, so very horny.
Percy had nice lips. The kind of lips that, if they'd been on a girl, Oliver really would have wanted to kiss. Still staring at Percy's lips, Oliver smiled, "why do you suppose some people are attractive and others aren't?"