Lucas eyed the plate as it was set before him: a neat curl of greens, a brush of sauce, and a portion so careful it looked like art instead of dinner. His lips twitched. "This isn't food, Trevor. It's… a suggestion."
Trevor's smile came easy, warm instead of smug, as he reached for his wine. "You've had worse suggestions."
Lucas let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he prodded delicately at the arrangement. "Mhm… true, but I'm still picky enough to judge it and its ancestors."
Trevor leaned in, resting his forearm against the table, his eyes soft on Lucas. "I think you'd find a way to judge anything. Even me."
Lucas's grin curved, sly and unrepentant. "Oh, I do. Constantly. But you get points for being handsome and paying for dinner."
Trevor's hand brushed lightly across the table, fingertips grazing Lucas's where they rested on the linen. "And for loving you?"
