"I would love to teach you. The other Brits are learning their partners' languages. Hunter has told me this."

Erik tickled under Robert's chin and sighed, just taking in the sight of the older man. Nodding, he sat back on the bed and picked up his smoke, exhaling the stream above his head. Once Robert's hair was dry the guitarist couldn't wait to start brushing through it. The very thought sent shivers of pleasure through him.

"Does your hair always take so much work?"