Lee obliged, filling Kavinsky's shot glass with tequila, and he let his eyes fall to Kavinsky's waist, drawn there by the calculated movement of Kavinsky's hips. Unconsciously, Lee licked his lips.

"I'm good either way," Lee replied, stopping to swallow his shot, coughing once roughly once it was down, setting his glass on the counter and moving closer to Kavinsky. "No need to do any convincing," he said, reaching out to touch Kavinsky's side with his fingertips.