"Well, we haven't tried covering you in ganache yet. You might beat cake out yet." He didn't think Gael had to worry about his figure right now, though. He was thin from three months of crashing and burning, thin enough that he looked a little too delicate for leading man material, even if he was working. Though, Carlos thought, he supposed auditions were coming up for the winter productions.

He blinked a little at Gael's expectant look and then laughed as he realized he had answered Gael's question but not asked one. He set his wine glass down. "Okay, time for the real talk. American football or the real thing?"