Verity shot him an incredulous look. "No, I'm pretty sure you don't, but thanks for offering," a little tart. She hadn't really meant to start a lesson on queer-theory 101, but happily he seemed to accept her explanation easily enough.
And that should have left it at that, except for the little voice in her ear that couldn't leave well enough alone. It was the same little voice that told her to tag along on stupid ideas and see what would happen 'if'. "You know," she said softly, leaning in conspiratorially, "Macho doesn't have to be top all the time." She gave him a little grin and bumped his shoulder with her own.