"I suppose. I mean, no, but that sort of makes it hot." Did that make sense or not? He looked at Bobby, who seemed utterly baffled, and realised it didn't. "I like them when they look like that. A bit rough, a bit -- lower class. It's nice. Those calloused hands, the red face from drinking, the way they look like they're on the verge of calling me a slur... some nights, it's my type. I'm not proud of it."

He probably wouldn't have shared that with Bobby a couple of days ago but they were in the trenches together now, why pretend? "If I have a choice, I'd be chasing delights like you but I work with what I got. There's a difference between slumming and dating and it's you and that guy."