Frank lifted an eyebrow. He set the glasses down on the dresser in the room and stripped off his underwear. It was a little amusing, the tone so close to an order, and Frank had always liked being bossed around a little bit.

"Anything else, punk?" He smiled and grabbed the glasses again, returning to the bed. He put the glasses back down on the side table and climbed back in, running a chilly hand along Jim's side. "Who do you think you're being bossy at, huh?"