“Oh, well, now then.” The smile in Arius’ voice drew Randy’s attention back up immediately, but the smile on his face was even creepier than the one in his voice. “How lovely is that, then? And doesn’t it give me an entirely different opinion on you? Tell you what, pretty boy, if you willingly let me take a drink—”
“Are you fucking insane?” Randy shoved his keys into the door lock and flicked unsuccessfully at the handle. “You’re not getting anywhere near me!”
“But just think of the fun we could have!” Arius took the last few steps that would bring him within arm’s length. “A little drink, completely consensual, of course, and do trust me when I say that I can be oh so very cautious with not leaving scars and whatnot. Then, while you are high on euphoria, you and I can celebrate my renewed exuberance with some physical recreation.” He reached forward, and with one long, slim finger, he traced the front of Randy’s pants. “Some sexual…recreation.”