Whatever cloud of confidence and self-love Rasmus was coasting on seemed to be spreading. Red felt a sense of pride at the compliments even if they were odd and — was this guy coming on to him? Sure sounded like it. Granted, Red knew he was a looker but seriously.
“I never make promises I can’t keep,” he assured the taller man. It was a touchover the top, the display of words but it was no less intriguing. This guy seemed like an actor or something. Perhaps a drama queen. Who knew?
His eyes went to the basket with a measure of consideration before his gaze snapped up and found Rasmus’ eyes. “Nah, man. I just need a cigarette. I get twitchy if I go too long. And who the fuck passes on restless leg syndrome to someone else?”