Jono was going to just smack his forehead with one hand, if it was all the same to Bob.

//I've given women a try too, mate. And I like them, their curves are lovely and I appreciate a nice pair of breasts as much as the next person, but that's not really what we're together for.//

Because neither of them had curves or breasts, obviously.

//Hell, I haven't really thought about the fact that we're both men in ages. Unless somebody else is bringing it to our attention, we're just... us. Seems to be working out well enough thus far.//

It didn't hurt, really, that sex, while enjoyable, was really sort of an afterthought in their relationship. Had been in most of Jono's relationships, actually. So it was less about the curves and the, 'erm...'

Jono knew, yes. And Jono had made his opinion on the whole matter known. And, to the full extent of Jono's knowledge, Hannibal had respected that opinion. People still died. They just... deserved it more.

Or something.

//Nothing is permanent,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes. //Marriage is lasting, perhaps, but it only keeps until death do us part.//

And Jono... Jono seemed to have a funny way of not dying. He had a funny way of not dying a lot.

//Besides, nobody's asking you to marry him.// A beat. //Actually, I'd take exception to that.//

//And thank you, I guess.// Jono gave a shrug of his shoulders. //Worried that we'll get more boring once we've put rings on one another's fingers, are you? Settle down, adopt a house full of children, get three more cats and a dog and never have wild parties again?//

If you expected Jono and Hannibal to stop being interesting, Bob, clearly you didn't know them all that well.

//I'm boring? Lord, what in the world even is your definition of boring, dare I ask? Do I not throw enough wild parties? Have enough wild, public sex? Maybe I need to end up in the tabloids again. I haven't done that in a while.//

Jono was actually kind of curious about the answer.

Jono put his nose up in the air.

//First time I tried it, I ended up blowing up the dance club,// he shot back. //Lessons learned.//

//I can't help if I'm a fighter, not a lover,// Jono countered with a 'what can you do' shrug of his shoulders. //I did turn into the sort of boring who actually flipped through the pages of the last novel I picked up to make certain there are some decent sex scenes in there, though.//

Just for you, Bob. You ungrateful lech.

//And a busty woman on the cover that I'll have to hide when there are other customers in the shop,// Jonothon added, in a tone that would have been a sigh, if only. //Presumably to give somebody something to look at while the book is being read.//

Somebody. Jono wasn't saying who. But somebody.

//But I'm still boring?//

Jono needed to check.

//Well, if you can come up with a better reason for me to change that than that you find me boring, I'd love to hear it,// Jono decided. //Anyway, you've seen Hannibal's parties. People chat over dinner. There's hardly any room for lechery at all.//

And it was still a step up from Jono's idea of a party, which mostly just involved sitting around on an old sofa, watching bad movies and throwing popcorn at the screen.

Oh lord, Bob. No, never wish for Hannibal to be more interesting. That could only end in tears, artfully arranged bodies, and a meal that made creative use of the phrase, 'the vegetarian option.'

//Maybe you'll luck out this year and somebody more interesting than the two of us will start throwing wild orgies. Just for you.//