"Hey now," Drew said, teasing note still very much in his voice. "I'll have you know I don't even own a trench coat. And I have never wagged my dick at anyone who didn't want to see it." Nothing like the classic image of a perv being a flasher in a trench coat. Nor had he bitten anyone who didn't want to be bitten after his first year of adjustment madness. Man, blood lust was nothing to sneeze at.
He tucked his hands in his jeans pockets, enjoying the night air as they checked out the border. "I'd like that. You know me, I'll watch anything." He'd never said no to a movie, even if it was technically a terrible one. Movies were life, kind of like music was life.