Tormented Tarns and he was the man for the job; a one-man bombsquad

LMAO! it has to happen at some point, now

Winnie offers about as much in return as he'd given him, drawing a pleased half-grin to his features. He really doesn't mind the game; it's entertainment, and he has no real investment in learning anything about this guy. Of course, he can think of other ways to enjoy a cute guy's company — but this one's just a bit too young for him, he thinks. Or maybe it's something else putting him off. He's not sure, but it doesn't matter overly much anyway. You travel often? He wonders aloud, glancing briefly in the direction the other had offered. Something nags him about that location, but he can't pinpoint it now; surely it's not important anyway.