Sebastian firmly blinked away the images of himself lapping that wine straight off of Christopher's nubile young body. "Very likely," he replied, looking down at his forgotten tray.
The salad was still fresh looking enough, so he picked out a baby carrot and bit into it. He chewed and swallowed before saying, "Hm. Crunchy." He popped the other half of it into his mouth and polished it off. "I do hate waste," he said, in his defense. He wasn't trying to change the subject. He was merely trying to avoid assaulting Topher right here in the lounge in front of witnesses. Not at all what he had in mind when he had thought being seen by the crew was a good idea.
So... tempting, this one, he thought, licking his lips demurely. He couldn't take his eyes off of the other man. Oh, I see a cold shower in my future.