Philip pauses, glancing over at Freddie, his gaze lingering over his narrow frame before he says, "Must be a bouncer, right?"

His voice is teasing, but he knows there are plenty of jobs that can be done at any bar, let alone one that seems to have as much going on in it as Styx does. He could be in the background, running alcohol, washing glasses or serving drinks himself. For all Philip knows, he's the bloody janitor.

"Or does that place have those cages were a man can dance?" he asks, still teasing. "I could see you doing something like that in the right costume."