When Mike states what he wants, Liam pulls his hand away. It isn't an obvious refusal, but more a coincidence that he decided right then to remove his hand and slide it up over Mike's torso. Fingers wandering and exploring the man's chest. He did so enjoy it when the junkie begged for it. He'd come so far from denying it so firmly.

"That's not how it works," he said with a small laugh. "Sexual preference can't be taught like that, Mikey. Besides, if it were just me, you wouldn't be asking me about your little marshal and his boyfriend, now would you."

His hand moved from the back of Mike's neck to pat his cheek, condescending and firm. "You've still got so much to learn."