[Corry smiles back with immense, undeniable fondness, reaching out to gently tug one of Danny's hands away from where they're tucked, curling his own, much warmer fingers around it and squeezing.] My preference is you. Often and eagerly and as many ways as I can possibly have you.

[A pause, thoughtful, pressing a kiss to Danny's warmed hand and reaching for the other one.] ...also eating you out. That's another preference, I suppose. As long as that's involved, I'm pretty easy. [The thanks gets a nod, Corry lacing his hand with Danny's, resting their entwined fingers on the younger man's bare thigh with an appreciative, lingering gaze.] You're welcome. Excellent choice of outfit, by the way, though I'm sorry it's not quite weather-appropriate.

[Another pause, then Corry eyes the hem of the long blue sweater with an expression that could only be described as hungry.] Did you follow my...other outfit instructions?