Eddy watched with an air of amusement as Luke recounted the evening, halting and starting like a reluctant engine, unsure if it actually wanted to go on this little adventure they had been pussy footing around. It was adorable how Luke couldnt quite meet Eddy's eyes, how he fidgeted in his seat, his cute freckled nose wrinkling. And Eddy, the dirty old man that he was, couldnt help but delight in Luke's awkwardness. He liked the way the boy squirmed.<br/><br/>But eventually Luke found his courage and brought up their parting words, his grey-blues meeting Eddy's straight on. Cautious but with a shadow of that same endearing hopefulness he had that night.<br/><br/>Eddy's smile was a slow thing as he slipped off his glasses in a move that could be nothing other than blatantly flirtatious. He braced his elbows on the bar and leaned in, his shoulders shifting like a big cat's on the prowl.<br/><br/>"Yes, you did," Eddy confirmed, voice pitched low with a gleam to his eyes, "and you were very sweet about it, but you could hardly walk two steps without stumbling. So I told you to ask me again when you were sober."<br/><br/>Eddy might not be good at talking but he was good at this, at coaxing someone to bed with a heated glance and a few well placed words. It had always been easy for him, looking the way he did with the height and the bulk and the tattoos and the deep, dark baritone that boys just died over when he rumbled in their ears. Even the grey hair had helped, though he had left behind his silver fox days and was well into full bear territory.<br/><br/>But there was still a huge market for that, and Luke had been seriously browsing and seemed intent to buy. Or at least, Eddy hoped so.<br/><br/>"Is this you asking?"