Kavinsky let out a dry, nasal sort of laugh. He pushed his shot glass closer, nodding for the refill, as he slanted his hips towards Lee's body. His jeans caught on the cut of his hips, slid down a little, flashed the color of his boxer briefs. He did nothing to conceal the boyish underwear.

"Bottom," he said without any particular hesitation. He ran his tongue along his lower lip. His eyes darted over Lee's body, taking him in slowly. "I can be convinced otherwise, but it takes me a bit more work."