"Perhaps I should teach you my language? Then, it would be easier for both of us. I just said about my cold coffee that I would drink it because you made it."

Erik got up to get closer to Robert, gently sliding a hand down his face, tickling at his ear gently with his fingertips. Oh, that hair. Perhaps the older man needed some skilled guitarist's fingers to help him brush it and arrange his curls the way he liked it? The temptation was overwhelming.

"Can I brush your hair? I'd like to help."

The Swede wanting to brush it and touch it some more.