Whitefish River tonight i'll have a look and try to find my face again

Reasonably Winterbourne hangs onto that tiny confession Eve slips in, much in the same manner that the silver male had done so moments prior.

Although the bearish Count questions whether they are on the same page, it is true; he does like River. He would be lying to himself, and everyone around him, if he said that he didn’t find him attractive, if he didn’t enjoy the moments he got to spend with him.

Well, uh, Eve says, flustered. Yeah. His words hinting that he thought that much has been obvious since the start.