Yeah, fuck you, I don't have to do it at all, you know. [points out with a little growl, and then knocks back more whiskey.

He's not actually sure why he's doing this. He sure as hell never bent over for any other bloke, and while he likes Kalvin, he's not sure he likes him that much. Except he's here, and he's drinking, and he's letting the younger man pet his hair and relaxing into it a bit. There's an edge of nervousness, though, that he needs the alcohol for, and that bothers him.

The little shit just better appreciate this, is all he can think.]