"You know it, babe. I always wants to take snaps of that peachy ass of yours. As well as the rest of you."

The Brit kissed the side of Aarne's cheek as they walked to the shops. Would he get used to sleeping under furs with the Fin in amongst the freezing lands? Possibly. It would be a culture shock but Joe was looking forward to spending time with his lover away from the bright lights of fame.

"I think I need some proper clothes for this trip. You know----warm clothes and boots. That sort of thing."

He was trying to be practical here, even though practicality wasn't high on Joe's list usually.