Adrien turned at the softly uttered words, newly won Oscar still in hand. "Think so, do you?" Colin blinked, dark eyebrow raised in surprise. "You know...um...?" "Yeah." Adrien stepped forward, still hummingbuzzing with his win. "Tá cúpla focal agam." "Ah, Christ." Adrien licked his lips, ignored the tug on his sleeve from his agent. He bent his head to Colin's ear, lightly tasting the shell. "I've got an unopened pint of the Irish at my hotel," he whispered darkly and smiled when Colin groaned. "Feel like helping me celebrate?" Colin grinned -- slow, wicked. "Try stopping me."
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