Kavinsky grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "Alright, note to self: Billy Kaplan doesn't do temperature play because he's a big dumb girl about it."

He opened his bottle on the edge of the table they were standing next to and took a sip, comfortably wrapped around Billy like he had nowhere better to be than practically glued to his ass. Well, he didn't. Not at the moment, anyway.