Chase was working up the Doctor's neck now, taking a break to kiss there and breathe in the aforementioned scent, pleased to have it right there. "Twenty-two, your cock is gorgeous," he said, in all seriousness. "Which sounds entirely gay-porn of me, but it's true. Twenty-three, you keep me going with the psychiatry and support me. Twenty-four, when I do catch you singing, it sounds amazing. Ditto to the dancing. Twenty-five, your eyes. I know you sometimes talk about drowning in mine, but the truth is, I could just stare at you for god knows how long."

"Twenty-six," he listed, almost triumphant at nearing the end. "You are a genuine old-school romantic."