"You'd be a beautiful Mary, dear," Jack muttered, smiling broadly at the man's words, "Thank you, Greg. I'm glad you like me. You make me feel safe, you know," Jack had a few more grapes as he sat down again, "I don't trust men easily, especially in groups of two or more, and yet I had a foursome with you. That says oodles, and not just about how kinky I am. Anyway. I'll write you an epic love poem later, perhaps. Oh, or a ballad for the band to sing, wouldn't that be sweet!" Jack giggled at the very idea, and at the look on Greg's face were he to actually do it-it might be worth the effort, "I think 'Mary, queen of Cocks' would work for the name, by the way."