Tim looked Vincent over as he stripped off the jacket he had worn.<br/><br/><em>Damn, this guys ripped.  I might enjoy this pet thing more than I had thought.  So his shirt doesn't leave a lot to the imagination... wonder what he's packing downstairs.</em><br/><br/>Sure sure, ya don't want to get rusty, I see that.  Rusty fuh what?  What'ya do... this night time gig ya got?<br/><br/>He let the comment about being Vincent's pet slide for the moment, sure he'd come back to it at some point.  Not that there was really any need at the moment.  It was pretty obvious that Vincent was attracted to him, and there were no other guys here, so Tim figured he'd get more than his fair share of pet treatment whether he committed to the role or not.  If they were joined by others, or if Vincent pressed him on it he'd discuss it further, until then, he let it hang there like a piece of ripe fruit.