Billy frowned. If they did anything to Damien or to Zack the tarty Brit would surely give the cops a mouthful or more. He just hoped the Dog knew how to ride both of them out of trouble and ditch the bastard cops. It seemed Damien was in control and Zack just held on and hoped they'd ditch the cops soon.

That devious bad school boy smile just had the Swede gazing for a good few moments before clearing his throat and trying not to focus onto Robert's crotch. The flicker of arousal was lighting up once more between the guitarist's legs as he inwardly cursed. No, not here.

"I was talking? Oh. Do I talk? I didn't know. Uh---nothing bad I hope."

Of course Erik knew but his past lovers often told him what he said once they both woke up in bed. Feigning ignorance he started to blush.