The things he could do to that body. The things he wanted to do to that body. The ways he was ready to worship him. Damn, he wanted to lick him. Wanted to feel his back as well, wanted to watch every muscle move. Wanted to make him come, obviously. Ed knew that he was getting too into that, his vivid imagination really not helping matters. His breath caught a little, so he cleared his throat and looked at Harvey again, deciding he might as well be open about it. Clearly he was not about to do a good job of hiding it. "If you ever gave me an inch, I'd be down on my knees taking in all of your inches."

And he was sure Harvey knew what he meant there. He smiled in a charming way that maybe wasn't quite dirty enough to match the words he'd just said, shrugging his shoulders. "Mythical Apollo was a bit of a jerk anyway. If you ask me, you fit Dionysus more. The twice born, that's what his name translates to. Zagreus was destroyed by those envious of how beloved he was, and Dionysus was reborn from his remains."

Why not follow his shamelessness up with some Greek mythology? "Here's to Dionysus, God of wine." Ed reached for his drink to finish it off, licking his lips after. "And ecstasy."