Carlos arched his brows a bit, but there was a reason he had a reputation of being a man of few words. He tended to keep his thoughts behind his teeth most of the time, but it did sound a bit like Gael wished he'd been traded off to another Premier League club, whether that was true or not. "Odd that none of us see much of each other," he said instead. "It isn't as if Paris is far from Bruges, or Bruges far from Munich."

Admittedly, while Ty was his best friend, and he liked most of the Bayern players, he wasn't such a fan of Munich. The city itself was...fine, but there was no denying that it was in Bavaria, a geographically stunning region that nonetheless was what one of his German teammates called our very own bible belt. Not the best place to be a gay man, even in this day and age. Paris would probably be a better bet.

"Probably just us," he said, and tilted his head. "You haven't developed a thing for Euro style techno, have you?"