Pillow Talk [COMPLETE]

[noah]

Noah was a man of simple pleasures. Many simple pleasures, certainly, but simple none the less. Weed and sex were two such pleasures. Good weed and great sex with a partner he knew inside and out was the best kind. Noah was sprawled out on his bed, one sock still on, and a tightly rolled joint between his puckered lips.

Exhaling a smooth stream of hyped up smoke, Noah rolled his head lazily to look at his recent bedpartner through heavily hooded eyes. "Wanna go?" Noah asked Brian hoarsely, extending the joint languidly.

How long had Noah known Brian? Fuck, he didn't know. Long time. Long enough to know what made the man 'sing' so to speak and long enough to know that Brian knew exactly the same of Noah. They were friends first, Noah remembered that clear enough, but sex had worked its way into their comraderie somehow. It wasn't anything serious, never would be, it was just a way to feel good.

A way to feel really, really good.

It had started out as them hanging out, like normal, some drugs passing between 'em. It always started that way and Noah didn't like that. He didn't know when he was going to get a good shag and when he was going to get a good gab. Didn't matter much, he supposed. Either way he was good.

Gab or shag, Noah was fine. Usually happy too, but always fine.

[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

It was an odd sort of arrangement that Brian had. He was a man in a suit. He was a manager. He liked schedule. Routine. And yet at the same time he managed to schedule casual sex, drug taking, and gambling. True all of these things were unpredictable yet Brian somehow always managed to manipulate and arrange them to occur at a time of day that worked for him. Chances were that if Brian had his mind set on something, business or otherwise, he was going to get it. He was just that kid of person whether people wanted to give him credit for it or not. Now was one of those instances.

The 'Noah Factor' as it was referred to had been one of the few unpredictable-predictable things that he could depend on. They were friends. Good friends. And sex was just a physical act with no consequence: As it should be. Noah didn't pry about his life. Noah didn't insist on asking questions or putting on a playful pout and this was something that Brian was immensely thankful for. Relationships were too much work. Sometimes just friendships. Epstein didn't have time for it. Hell, he didn't want to waste the time on it. He could pay for a prostitute if he wanted (and had) but lucky for him, and his wallet, he had long ago learned if one person wouldn't 'take him in' another would. First choice or not it was something.

The physical act itself with Noah was one of the few unpredictable things. Noah was far different than, say, baby faced William. Noah was rough. Noah knew of Brian's frusterations and allowed him to take them out on him. And after it all Brian always felt like a weight had been lifted right off his chest (even if it would only return a short five minutes later).

"No. That's alright." He responded in a murmur as he walked about the floor space in front of the bed, working to button his shirt. After the act Brian, ironically, was Mister Predictable. His clothes were back on in a flash, the polar opposite of Noah who seemed perfectly ok with what they had done. And though the sex was something Brian had wanted he was acting as though he was trying to shrug it off: Just like he always did. Noah had known him long enough to be used to this though.

Fishing into his pants pocket he withdrew an orange pill bottle and popped two in his mouth. Casting a sideways glanced toward Noah he gave a little brow raise. "We all have our vices." He noted before popping yet another into his mouth and swallowing it down without the aid of any beverage. He looked back down at himself and finished the last few buttons before beginning to work on his tie.

"I ran into Will the other day." Apparently Noah was going to get a good shag AND a good gab today. Hopefully he wouldn't mind too horribly much. "Bloody awkward that was." He declared as he cleared his throat, fumbling with his tie. He always had such an easy time with these things? What gives?!

[noah]

Noah let his eyes fall shut as he listened to Brian get dressed. Like clockwork. Noah was content to lay there for another thirty minutes, even take a nap, but there was work he had to do at the studio. Paperwork, of all things, still needed to be done. He took one last, lingering puff before snubbing out the joint, the mellow feeling completely overwhelming him now. Good grass. Humming dreamily to himself, Noah sat up with a wince and shimmied off the bed. Standing up produced a similar expression and a mumbled comment about it all. Noah placed his hands on his lower back and arched, working out the kinks that were always left over from a rough bought.

"I have a mirror you know," Noah said to Brian, pointing at the object in question. He always insisted on doing the tie without looking in the mirror but it was obvious he needed it this time. Shuffling around, Noah found his tight fitting trousers and pulled them on, foregoing underwear for getting covered up. He walked over to the mirror as he buttoned and zipped himself up (carefully mind you). Stopping, Noah leaned forward and ran a hand through his shaggy hair, then tracing a single finger over the pronounced and angry looking love bite on his collar. That would bruise darkly later.

"Nice 'un," Noah gave Brian a grin and straightened up again. A hand went through his hair again, a clear sign that he wasn't quite sure what to do next. He never knew what to do when Brian brought up Will.

"Sure it was awkward, why wouldn't it be?" Noah gave a shrug and leaned against the dresser beside the mirror. "What happened?"

[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

Noah's lazy, soft humming provided the background noise as Brian continued to fumble with his tie. First he brought it one way, then the other, and then he had to go backwards through the steps which he had somehow managed to forget. It got to the point that he felt like he was tying a noose around his neck and not his business tie! Rather metaphoric he couldn't help but note, even if just to himself. Wrapped up in his own little world he hadn't even heard what Noah had said at first.

"Hm?.." Was all that escaped his throat as he continued to muss with his tie. He frowned at himself and his failed attempts before Noah's words began to register. "Nonsense. It's my tie. I've had this longer than most people in my life." He countered cooly, ignoring the obvious weight of the statement that was so very true. Yes, Brian preferred his tie to someone's loving embrace. Sad but true. A tie could never disappoint you. It rarely ever hurt you. And hell... It added some flair to your wardrobe... Though the same could be said of that last statement in relation to most men.

"You need the mirror. You like the mirror. I far prefer the difficult route." This was also true. Work and payoff. That was Brian's life. So what if it was difficult? Also, Brian just hated looking at himself in the mirror. He found himself to be a disappointment, a failure, ugly. But he wasn't about to tell his friend that. What would be the point? He didn't want pity. He certainly didn't need it. And so his detachment would be his defense.

Finally looking up at Noah's comment about the mark on his neck Brian's eyes glinted and he couldn't help himself: He smirked. "That one's particularly good." He was always proud of his work in any shape or form. He loved leaving his mark so to speak. "Good thing you're on the radio mate." He joshed with a low chuckle before once again looking down at his tie. Some battles never ended... In more ways than one.

"Nothing of interest." He shrugged. A flat out lie but Noah probably wouldn't care. He rarely did and this meant no pushing something else Brian was grateful for. "Still rather perterbed at me." Another few tugs at his tie with far more purpose and finally: "Ah! There we are!" Running his hands over his chest he inspected himself over once more before turning to face Noah full on.

"I didn't apologize if that's what you're wondering."

[noah]

Noah watched Brian struggle valiantly with the tie, a smirk on his lips and one of his hands absently rubbing his chest. Noah hated ties, he hated suits, but more often than not he was forced into one for a job related reason. If Noah had his way, suits and ties would be worn by prisoners as punishment. Society was putting a bloody noose around the necks of the future of the world and calling it professional. Noah called it mind-washing. Put a man in a suit and he's a different person. Noah always made sure to keep a bit of himself around when he had to slap on an outfit like that; strange socks, a beaded bracelet bought from some hippie on the street corner, stuff like that.

Brian loved suits though. He didn't look half bad in them, or so Noah thought. He preferred it without the tie though. The tie was too funeral for the DJ. People wore ties in caskets and to funerals, Brian wore a tie all the time. Knowing the manager though, he very well could be getting ready for a funeral. Band careers died all the time. Preemptive mourning?

"You ever wanked off in front of the mirror?" Noah asked with a playful grin, emphasizing his point by running his hand from his chest to the front of his trousers. Miming the action, Noah moved just a bit to look in the mirror. He threw Brian a glance over his shoulder. "Ever shagged someone in front of a mirror?" Noah liked mirrors. Yeah, he liked looking in 'em by himself but it was better to watch something in 'em.

With a laugh, Noah went back to where he was before, crossing his arms this time. Brian was defensive about what happened, as usual. Noah didn't give a damn one way or another; he thought it was stupid of Brian to have gotten caught up in two months of exclusive rights, so to speak. It was the manager's own damn fault for being where he was.

"Wasn't wondering anything mate," Noah shrugged. He didn't spend much time thinking about the Will debacle. He had better things to keep busy with. Like what theme he was going to use that night. Rock 'n' roll had so many options to chose from. This conversation alone was making Noah consider a love gone wrong theme. Loads of those sort of songs to pick from.

Hell, he'd even dedicate one to the mistake of Brian and Will. He'd make sure to have Brian listen in that night if he decided to do that.

[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

Though most would have found Noah's question a bit off color if not downright offensive Brian seemed to, for the moment, be quite the opposite. It would have been quite another thing if he had said it in an interview or even around people, but this had been in privacy with just the two of them, so naturally Epstein could find some amusement in it... If not an outright turn on. That was one thing about Noah: He most certainly was an open individual. Some of it was rubbing off on Brian with the long period of time they had spent together. Even so, he was jealous. Was one born the way Noah was or did they achieve it? Brian longed for an answer. A means to it all.

"I prefer to have company." The honest answer would have been: 'No Noah. I find myself an ugly, fat f*&^ and though I find watching someone in a mirror horribly appearing I'd much rather watch them with someone else than with me'. But somehow, even with Noah, that seemed out of bounds. And if it wasn't, Brian most certainly was going to put it there. Some things should never be said aloud. This, in his mind, was one of them.

Chuckling a bit he shook his head, hands in pockets he looked to Noah knowingly. "Something tells me you just enjoy watching yourself you narcacistic bastard." And he meant that in the nicest of ways. It was weird. With their relationship it was used as a term of endearment. Not many would understand such things but the two of them seemed to.

"You're always wondering something. And if you're not wondering something you're deciding something so... Which is it? Wondering or deciding? What?" Sighing Brian looked down at himself using this time of awkwardness to pretend that he was adjusting his appearance for the thousandth time. If he was lucky Noah would just assume it was another one of his bouts of obsessiveness. He was known to have those from time to time.

[noah]

"I can't help it that I'm gloriously attractive," Noah said with a smirk and a pose. The teasing was the friendship. They could throw barbs at each other all day and it would always end in a laugh. Noah chose his friends according to how well they got along and Noah definitely got along with Brian. Their mutual friendship was built on the fact that they were total opposites. Noah was comfortable in his own skin, loved it even, but he knew Brian wasn't the same. He knew Brian had some reservations about his body. Noah didn't really care, he liked Brian's body well enough. As long as the end result was the same, Noah didn't care about the package. "Admit it, you think so too. You sure as hell wouldn't turn down an offer to watch me wank off,"

Noah turned around and rummaged in his drawer for a shirt. Finding a clean undershirt, he pulled it over his head as Brian spoke. What was he deciding? Oh yeah, Noah knew what it was but he didn't want to say it. There were some things that weren't said between them and the complete truth was one of those things. Some things were best to glaze over and this was one of those things.

Flicking Brian's tie aside just to annoy him, Noah flopped back onto the bed. "I've decided something," Noah tucked his hands under his head, wriggling in the mussed blanket to get comfortable. Crossing his legs at the ankles, Noah left it there, not saying what he decided. It was petty, but he wanted to get a rise out of Brian. The manager was so much fun to rile up, hilarious!

Rocking his legs back and forth, Noah watched Brian carefully. He'd known Brian long enough to know that he was uncomfortable right then. Noah didn't have much of an idea as to what to do about. A second round wouldn't be bad but both of them have things they had to attend to. Some other time. There was always a moment right after the deed that both of them were completely relaxed, in a lull that only an orgasm could bring about. Noah didn't worry about the show or bills or anything like that; he could swear that the wheels stopped turning in Brian's head long enough for them to regain their breath.

[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

"And so bloody modest too." Brian chuckled, shaking his head at Noah as he posed. That could at least be said for the man: He could make a bloke laugh regardless of situation. "However did the world get so lucky to be graced with your presence?" It was no secret that's what attracted Brian to him. A man who just didn't care, who had little regard for consequence, who lived in the here and now. Brian purposely tried to fashion himself in that way to no avail as his compulsive tendencies usually tended to win out in the end as evident by his prior meaningless battle with his tie.

"You'd be right there." At the comment about watching Noah in the mirror resulted in something rare to Brian with sexual partners: Honesty. "Shocker that you haven't already staged that walk in during one of my trips to the loo." He added, another truth. He wouldn't have put it past Noah to be that kind of 'cruel'. To drop trow and promptly begin whacking off when all Brian wanted to do was take a piss. In fact why he hadn't done so already made Brian nervous. That meant it would be coming soon especially since he had mentioned it. Excitement swirled in his chest only to be replaced by another feeling entirely. He hated not having any idea when though. That thought bothered him. He needed to know. Schedules were everything.

"There isn't much I'd turn down." The Beatles' manager quipped honestly. His voice actually became caught in his throat and he attempted to clear it with a quick cough. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Noah though when he was changing, even if he was putting his clothes ON and Brian would far prefer the exact opposite. However Noah's comment about a decision managed to kick Epstein right out of that mindset. Now he was completely focused on getting an answer. As mentioned before, Brian LOATHED not knowing.

"Oh?" His eyes watched Noah for a long few seconds but the man gave him no such comfort. Brian felt the insides of his chest tighten with impatience and nerves. "And what would that be?" He attempted to prod again. Still Noah gave up no clue. Now Brian found himself becoming frustrated with him and his tone filled with urgency showed this. "Well?..." Oh his old friend knew just the buttons to push that had Brian practically squeaking with worry. "Out with it then!"

[noah]

Noah was on fire that day. Egging the right reactions out of Brian was one of his favorite pasttimes, heightened by the weed floating around in his system. Giving a lazy grin, Noah purposefully ignored Brian's pleas to tell him what he's decided; he wasn't in the mood to talk shop just yet. He was still randy even though they just had a great shag (he blamed it on the grass, it always did this to him).

Noah wondered what would happen when Brian Epstein was presented with conflicting options.

"Hmm," Noah hummed thoughtfully, shifting again on the bed. He slid up the mattress and sat up, leaning against the bare wall that served for a headboard. He repeated his thoughtful tone, one hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully. The other hand trailed down his front and rested on his zip. The hand didn't move, but the thumb did, lightly stroking along the zipper.

"How bad do you want to know?" Judging from the manager's change in tone and the body language, he was just about to explode from wanting to know. Noah wondered how far he could push Brian. There was a point where desperation overrode common sense; violence would take over. Noah didn't normally like throwing punches, he was a believer in peace all the way, but it was the best therapy sometimes. He could take a few punches, no problem, even dish out a couple if he had to.

Noah may come off as easy going, spontaneous, and all that but he knew what he was doing. There was always a goal to aim for and he never missed it once. He was good at getting things done, dedication being his driving force. Unfortunately for Brian, Noah's goal today was to get under his skin, push every single button, and see what breaks, even for a bit.

[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

Noah's lazy grin was something Brian was used to but never became accostomed to. In fact when he showed his teeth with large eyes and that knowing look Brian often became rather, for lack of a better term, pissed off. This was because he was aware of the purpose of the smile all too well. Noah did it to irk him. To bother him. While Brian usually had the upperhand with just about everyone with Noah he found himself on equal playing ground. Why he always came back for this sort of treatment he wasn't too sure. Probably because they were friends, could hold a conversation, and had a wonderful time... All of that garbage.

"Don't start Noah. Wipe that smile right off your face and quit playin' with me. I'm not one of your fan girls calling in or scratching your name into my arm with a razor blade." He spat, giving away that he was very annoyed by not knowing the answer that he was hiding. He had teased Noah about his odd array of fans and their counter culture before. Sometimes it was a sore subject sometimes it was one of pride. It honestly depended on the day and how Noah was feeling, plus factoring in the kind of chemicals that he had on his system. It could go either way.

"Not badly enough to give into your childish games." Brian shot back though despite claiming he was unaffected his hand slinked into his pocket and retrieved his pill bottle. Popping the cap off in what appeared to be one fluid gesture he popped one into his mouth and swallowed, clearing his throat right after. "This is ridiculous." He found himself cursing in a hushed voice before he spun his whole body around to face cocky Noah lounging on the bed.

Brian marched right up to the end of the bed appearing stern. "Damnit to hell Noah. Tell me." He insisted though by this point it almost came out as a whine. He was that desperate. Then that's when it clicked. Noah wasn't the only one who could play this game. And unlike Noah, Brian had bargaining chips.

"I'll get the boys to appear on your show." Sure, they hadn't agreed to this. But with some convincing and some well worded sentences... They would.

[noah]

There it was, the reaction Noah had been fishing for. Anger, indignation, even a little bit of helplessness. Brian liked to be in control and Noah liked to take that away sometimes, just to watch his friend adjust. Brian did that; he changed himself to suit the situation. Unlike him, Noah changed the situation to suit him. "No, you aren't one of my fan girls. You're my best mate," Noah said in an even tone. He wasn't going to rise to that bait, not today. He loved his fans, even the maniacal ones, and he knew for a fact that Brian wasn't one of them. Brian wouldn't ever be one and Noah liked that best. No star struck bull shit from him. "Best mate that I let f*** me from time to time,"

Noah always bottomed for Brian. Always. There wasn't ever a question of it, no debate either. The first time it had happened, Brian had been too stoned to stop Brian, just let the control go to him and never felt bothered to take it back. It hurt too; Brian wasn't the gentlest man in the bedroom. Noah had the bruises and yes, even scars, to prove it.

Noah moved to his knees briskly and was at the foot of the bed in a moment. Brian was whining, Brian was negotiating. Since when had Noah's opinion mattered so much? To get the Beatles on his show...boy that would be something. "Bollocks. You'd get them to come on my show even if I didn't have anything you wanted," Noah had one of the most popular shows in the area, a huge following, and Brian should know. He knew the fans after all.

Noah grabbed Brian's tie, tugging on it insistantly. "I'll tell you on one condition. One, non-negotiable condition,"

[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

"That's right I am! That's exactly what I am!" Brian declared defiantly. It took all of his might not to stomp his left foot to emphasize such a point. Instead he settled on shakily wagging his left index finger at Noah. "Your best mate. That's what I am!" Whoah, those words even sounded weird coming from his mouth. Brian had aquaintances, he had his 'boys' who were friends sure, but he never outright called them that. They were always his 'boys', his 'business associates', he rarely regarded anyone as a friend aloud even in a one on one situation. Noah was one of the few, if not the only.

"And to my knowledge friends don't treat friends like that." The managed added grumpily now refraining from the urge to pout. God, why did Noah have to get under his skin in such a way? Furthermore why did he have to advertise that he enjoyed it so much? Brian wasn't sure if he liked him or loathed him for it.

Epstein didn't even flinch at the comment about them shagging each other. Why would he? It was exactly what happened and Noah was as guilty as he was. It didn't bother him. It wouldn't bother him. Besides, it wasn't like there were other people in the room. The DJ could scream it, and had, and Brian STILL wouldn't mind one damn bit.

"Why would I? I haven't yet have I? I haven't provided them with an argument of why they should yet.. Maybe I will if..." His voice trailed off as Noah hung on his proposal at the foot of the bed like a puppy dog. THIS was territory Brian was far more familiar with. And with the familiarity came a little smirk. He liked it. Yes, it was oh so evident he was beginning to enjoy this game because that's what it had become: A game. Of negotation. Both things that Brian thought himself skilled at.

In an instant Noah had him by the tie and Noah was bowed forward though his head was lifted. "Ah... But negotation is what I do best my friend." He wasn't going to literally bow down to this man. His friend. What kind of rubbish that would be! "Let go of my tie, you'll bloody wrinkle it." He said lowly, his eyes locked on the man's as he straightened, freeing himself. Smooting out the material he eyed Noah warily with a slightly raised brow.

"What are your conditions then?" Though it wasn't like Brian would follow them anyhow.

[noah]

Noah released Brian's tie and gave the man a little push so he could stand up too. They were both nearly the same, neither being very tall. It made it easier to maintain eye contact, easier to face down. "That's the thing 'bout this friendship innit? We don't treat each other too well, but we treat each other well enough to keep friends," It wasn't the healthiest of relationships. They both enabled the other's worst habits; drugs, gambling, egocentric living. They weren't good for each other but they could talk and not judge. In the world they lived in, that was the big thing. No judgement. England in 1963 wasn't all that accepting about guys like them. Live and let live, love freely and often, and make it good for yourself.

The fact that they had a sexual relationship occasionally was something both men didn't talk about; it didn't need talking about. They both understood what it was, sex, and neither of them ever wanted anything more. Relationships were bad. Noah hated relationships. This thing with Brian was just a friendship with surprise perks every so often. The sex was never planned, they never focused on it too long.

Wham bam thank you ma'am.

"Your boys listen to the show, don't they? 'Course they do. I've got one of the most popular shows in the UK. Betcha if you asked 'em, they'd say yes," Noah had no illusions about how popular his show was. It wasn't a stretch of the imagination to think that one of the Beatles listened to him.

"The next time this-" Noah paused to wave his hands about in an all-encompasing motion. "-happens, I top. You get to be the one to walk around with a sore arse for a day," He wasn't going to argue this. Non-negotiable meant no negogiation. Hence the -non-. Brian liked to twist things to get what he wanted, it was his job after all, but Noah wasn't going to let him twist this.

[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

The manager only took a step or two back when Noah pushed him. He was just throwing his weight around, ironically trying to come across as a tough guy though that would be difficult considering that Brian had minutes before proving the opposite. He was a top afterall. Always a top. It helped him work off all of the extra tension and frustration he had held in: Business deals gone bad, the boys being difficult, life not going exactly the way he wanted it to, plus he had to be so damned proper all of the time. It was enough to make anyone the way that he was.

Resilliant as he was he agreed with Noah's statement. A great deal of his relationships were that way. It kept people at a distance and him safe. He actually found it very desirable. His mother on numerous occasions had taken it upon herself to lecture him about such an attitude but he would always politely debate it. His mother was a kind woman, a sweet woman, a genuine woman but brilliant she was not and Brian acknowledged this (though never to her face). So even if she didn't necessarily agree with him Brian would weasel her into subduing soon enough.

"Yes. You're the bloody chosen one out of all bloody Londy." Brian chastized with a roll of his eyes that better suited a school girl. Noah brought that side out of him. The quippy one. "They probably would, you're right there. But who said I'm going to ask them?" This was a tug of war match they were playing and neither side showed any sign of letting up anytime soon.

Brian watched Noah with a raised brow as he proposed his idea. It was one that caused his eyes to widen ever so slightly. "You cannot be serious." He HAD to be kidding. No. No. NO! This was not something Brian wanted to move on. He had never been bottom. He liked being on top in every sense of the word. It was all he knew! "Are you bloody off your rocker?!" Epstein cried out with utter disgust which was odd given that he often took part in such illicit acitivites. "I will not! You're daft if you think that will ever happen." And with that he marched right toward the door.

[noah]

A bite. Lovely. With his drug-dulled eyes taking on a new spark, Noah let himself smirk confidently. "And who says they won't ask you?" Half of the artists who appeared on his show asked their managers first. Noah stepped into Brian's personal space, their noses almost touching. Backing down wasn't much of an option. Noah didn't like backing down. He didn't need to win all the time, but he didn't like backing down. If he was going to lose an argument, he was going to lose it fair.

Once he lost fair, he wasn't going to fight it. Noah knew when to accept the outcome. It was the only way he's gotten out of serving time. Accept responsibility, agreed to put a disclaimer into his show, and that was that. Why fight something that wouldn't end in anything but trouble? Noah didn't do that. Around Brian though, trouble was what he did best. Irk the manager, make him cross, help him unwind (in more ways than one). Rinse. Repeat. Brian did the same for Noah. It was the best sort of stress relief, the safest too. He didn't have to worry about getting sloshed everytime he wanted to destress, or buying loads of drugs to deal with everything. He just had to make a few choice jabs at Brian and all was well. Well, all was well after everything was said and done.

Before Noah could do, or say anything else, his proposal sank in. He watched Brian come as undone as Brian Epstein ever would. Disbelief to anger to storming off. Noah frowned his eyebrows pinching together like they did whenever he got angry. He wasn't daft! He wasn't loony either! Scowling, Noah followed Brian on his way out. He stubbed his bare foot on his boot that he had discarded. Stumbling and cursing, Noah grabbed the back of Brian's blazer and gave a yank.

He stopped the manager just before he was at the door. Noah turned Brian with one hand, the other hand reaching around Brian's suited form and leaning on the door, holding it shut. A firm push later and Brian was against the door. "Thought you were good at negotiating. Where's the counter offer then? If you won't let me bone ya, then what?"