So much of Tuck's life was games and masks. He didn't want one now. He did it for a living and now he just wanted to be with someone and talk to them and be himself. If they avoided work talk, then he could avoid all the other talk that meant more masks and hiding. This though, this was being himself and he loved it.

"Not as handsome as you are," he noted, moving to open the bottle. "I guess we're not done with champagne, are we?"

And he realized he didn't mind that, just so long as they still had this time.

"So, where were we before finding out how tasty you are?"