I'm sure your sick, twisted imagination can come up with the rest. Just wanted to inspire you, that's all. Give you more material for whatever weird shit you keep deluding yourself is gonna happen between us.

[He laughs himself, before straightening up and heading toward his dresser. It's true, he's more relaxed - and enjoying this, much as Petre isn't giving a whole lot in return - and that means sweats and crashing out. Fuck, it's been A Day.

He's bent over to get to one of the lower drawers when he finally loosens his towel, slowly lets it drop. Oh well. His ass is still a pretty good view in his boxers.]