"The punk can be trashy? Really? I'm guessing he's more into leather and whips then trashy stuff. But you know him better than me being in his band. Is he a soft bastard at heart? Viktor doesn't speak much about that part."

Billy knew there was a reason why the Brit punk was so tight-lipped about his relationship with Vars. It was his pride and ego mostly. Vars was his and everyone in the Angels knew this most of all.

"Later? Ok, smukke. You're a cute fluffy Dane."

Giggling softly, Billy kissed Rik on the nose and slid his fingers into that mass of hair. Just to hear those words made his heart flutter almost.