Smirking, Freddie tips his head back just a bit, eyes locked on Noah's. It's been awhile since they've done this, for obvious reasons. Freddie wonders if Noah's been with anyone else in the meantime, if he's wanted to.

He doesn't ask.

Noah's hand is warm on his knee, doesn't feel anything like a ghost and Freddie leans over just enough to set his empty wine glass out of the way before resting his hand over Noah's, sliding fingers up to his wrist. "Badly enough to sell your body?" he asks with a grin.