"No idea what tickles your fancy and I really don't wanna know. He ain't my type, tell you that much. Looks like a boy." Whatever his type in men might be, it certainly wasn't Raphael. Neither was the woman in it his type in women, not that he was sure what that was either. These days, more mature, a bit more natural. Well put together. Something like that, if he had to vaguely picture it.

"Take it. Knock yourself out. Return it though, I've got things organised in there." And, yeah, he gestured to the freezer chest again. It was in an order he knew, anyway.