"Ooh, does this mean you have a license to thrill?"

The Swede near collapsing in a giggle heap as he held onto Robert's robe and tried to stifle his laugh. A sexy spy. This got the guitarist sliding a foot up the back of the Brit's calf as he leant in and nibbled on his earlobe slightly.

"My sexy spy. Do you like it shaken and stirred?"

A pang of jealousy crossed Erik's face at the thought of someone else grabbing the Brit's hair. If they tried they'd get a smack from the guitarist who wasn't afraid to use his fists.