Oh... I thought you only wanted me for my taut arse muscles and beer, but Lazarus... I see you truly love me.
~Steals the beer can to climb atop his lap and runs his fingers down the chiseled chest, feeling each muscle, each rope... so he may caress and play and own, whispering in his ear...~
Let's do it like that one time in the confessional when Mother Abigail came for a visit...