Oh? See about what, his finger's taste? He's still holding the chip, and a thought occurs to him that's daring enough to make him laugh again, this time in surprise. It's absurd, and completely not how he expected the evening to go. Since when does he even think about this kind of thing with guys, let alone L?

If he weren't drunker than he looked (it wasn't just rum in his own drink, there'd been two bottles in the kitchen, not just one), he might have the inhibitions to balk. As things are, everything's funny and thrilling, and he bites a corner of the chip, dragging fingers across the part coated in salsa.

Then he closes the gap between him and L, reaching for his mouth.