Freddie responds with a roll of his eyes, sliding his fingers higher still to the top button, snapping it free before working lower to the next one.

"Yes, yes, don't want to give you the wrong label, do I?" he says with a grin. After all, Freddie's not gay either, but he's never bothered much with labeling him one thing over another. He likes fucking. He likes people. Doesn't much matter to him what's in their pants.

"But you are old," he insists, still with a smirk. "Don't worry, it doesn't make me want to fuck you any less, but you might as well accept it."