"Dunno," he replies, relaxing slowly into the familiar flirtation as he takes half a step closer to Philip. He's not forgotten that he's just seen Philip skulking about someone else's house, but it's easy enough to ignore for the moment. Particularly when Philip is looking at him like that. "Pouring whiskey's a bit tricky now and then. Might spill."

He lingers over the words, speaking them with more innuendo than remotely necessary as his gaze drops to Philip's front and he reaches a hand out to tug at his shirt.

"I do make a killing," he affirms, dragging his finger up the front buttons as he tips his head to the side coyly. "Turns out old gay men like looking at young, half-naked boys while they drink. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"