Vince had a box he kept in his closet. VHS tapes, old school. I used to borrow them and Vince was a good sport and he'd pretend not to notice.

{Peter takes a drink, grinning like a fool as he looks over at Roman. Whatever the shit this dumb game they were playing was, Peter didn't have it in him to back down, even if he's totally just fucking around here.]

Je veux sucer ta bite.

[There's a flushed huff of amusement, and he lets his head fall back against the headrest.]

It is pretty hot. [There's a pause, and he catches himself.] I mean, you know. It makes shit that's filthy as fuck sound all pretty.