Richard opened the door, beer in hand. He didn't try to be discrete as he looked Damien over. Stepping back, he swept his arm out wide. "Come in, come in." He smiled a little. The man would provide pleasing eye candy, if nothing else came of it.
He set his beer down, opting for the Wild Turkey instead. "All my glasses might be dirty. Mind drinking from the bottle?" It was a lame opener, but he'd see how it played out.