We're breaking out for our sanity. It's no more a date than this is.

[Just making that damn clear. Yeah, he was the one who started with the terminology, but let's not keep it going.

His eyes move of their own accord, following the line of Petre's neck and jaw as he looks away, remembering that fierce urge to kiss a path all the way along it. Complete insanity, but just the memory is enough to make him shiver. A stray breeze, he'll say if Petre looks back in time to notice, and he quickly averts his gaze again.]

The seedy underbelly of New York, New York? How could it not be? You'll be right at home.