"I can think of a great many things that you can do with me, Alex-- shall I spell them out for you?" he said this almost teasingly, his lips and mouth caught in the most beautiful of tangles-- part speech and part breath, equal parts hope and playfulness. It was not fair and yet here they were alone in Alex's home now.

"You have not given me a proper tour yet." as if that had been Alex's fault.

What a devious man, one would hardly think with his blonde hair and blue eyes that he could have the soul of mischief, but here he was revealing that kernel of truth to Alex.