That one singular beat that made his heart throw itself against his ribs made him still. He looked up, a little surprised, before the flush came fast and hard - lighting up his skin from one ear to the other, across his cheeks and right down his throat and shoulders.

He hadn't said 'you are what I want' but it was hard to miss the meaning, with Maxwell's warm hand laying over his.

So instead, still blushing, he turned his head and started to chuckle lowly without looking at him.

"You have some really awful taste."