"Good. Be pretty disappointed if you didn't." As for the food, well, he always likes hearing people like it, whether he cooked it himself or it's just from his menu, but there's definitely something deeper and warmer in feeding Danny, and it shows in Eliot's lazy smile and the way he presses their thighs together under the table.

And when Danny leans in for a kiss it doesn't even occur to Eliot not to reciprocate, even after a lifetime of being almost painfully, habitually cautious about displaying his interest in men. He curls a hand around the nape of Danny's neck and turns what was probably meant to be a quick peck into a long, slow kiss, and finally pulls back with a quiet hum of pleasure. "You got your stuff in the car, sweetheart?"