Len can't help the little lop-sided smile that creeps over his lips and the chuckle that puffs out over Barry's mouth.

"You're not very patient." He looks up at the other with something mischievous in his gaze.

"I like that about you." He purrs, hands resting over his hips and thumbs brushing under the edges of clothing to tease along the line inside his hip that leads towards his groin.

"But what if I want a strip tease?"