It's not a question Philip's bothered to ask before and, if he's honest, Freddie's a bit surprised it's come up now. Maybe he shouldn't be. With nearly anyone else, the question would have come up months ago, likely before they'd fallen into bed with one another.

Part of him wonders why Philip wants to know now.

"It's a bar," he points out, tipping his head to the side and giving Philip a coy little grin. "What d'you think I do there?"