It was interesting, really, the intersections of their reputations. His and Gael's, perhaps even Sebastian's. Most people didn't know or think about the kind of antics Carlos got up to. Everyone seemed to think they knew what Gael did, and perhaps most of the time they were right. And he had a feeling some people thought Bas Novak got up to more than he really did.

He turned his head to give Gael a soft kiss. "I'll do it, darling," he said, taking the rope from Gael. One or the other was definitely the way to go, he thought as he pushed himself up. There was something apprehensive behind the King of Spades' son's eyes.

Bas watched the two of them together for a moment before he focused his attention on Gael and his whispered question. Ah, that one. "You're going to make me pick?" He murmured back. "I suppose if I have to - being fucked over fucking. By a hair." What was Carlos going to do to him, he wondered. There'd been something about that whispering that had...made him a little nervous, really.