Goodnight watched him the whole way. Once Billy was in his lap, Goodnight's hands slid over his trim waist, pulling him closer yet. Then they slid higher, cradling Billy's face.

"Mon cher," he murmured, soft and warm. He pulled Billy into a kiss, just as soft, just as warm as the sentiment had been. "Now you know I can't just do that."

Obviously Billy knew, or their apartment wouldn't be strewn with magazines.