"You two should hang out. He's sweet under all the angry bastard. Mikkel laughed while kissing the bassist's cheek. "A bit like you... dirty, angry, sugar daddy."

He pulled away and into the elevator, slipping the little silk shirt he had off and leaving him standing in his little lace bralette as he threw the shirt in the bassist's face. "Is that what daddy wants to do upstairs? Lick booze off me?"