[Poggio]

Galvin turned once more distracted. He growled at that shit eat all grin determined to ignore it. For a moment he studied the man, pulling off his glasses so that edge of them tapped against his mouth. There was something strange afoot. It made Galvin worried. “Ambrosia, we broke that desk the last time we had sex. Are you feeling alright.” Galvin felt it unnecessary to explain how he demolished the desk. He reached out and stroked the side of the mans face. He didn't smell like excessive liquor, or drugs. “Are you hungry?”