If Legault had known that Sol enjoyed drinking with him, he would have teased him for it. As such, it was probably better he didn’t know for that very reason. He’d come to enjoy the other’s body, sure, but it was fun for him as well...even if he barely knew anything about the other man. He didn’t bother trying to find out more about him.

“I’m sure we can. Or we can go somewhere I’ve already prepared for us.” He took a long drink from his beer, and leaned forward just so he could be a bit closer before he said anything else. “I think you’ll enjoy this one, just between you and me.”

But he wouldn’t say anything more, and he leaned back, hoping his vagueness intrigued Sol at least a little. He could feel smug about that.