"My parents were married, I'll remind you," Ganymede laughed as he circled Alex, twirling the blade in his hand. For him, this game was old practice, and he was enjoying slowly slicing off bits of his lover' clothes.

"Besides, you can replace the shirt. Or I'll replace it if you can slice off one of my buttons." He smiled and bent at the waist, an open invitation for Alexander to give it a shot and avoid nicking his skin. Fine control over the tip of his blade was a trouble spot for most, and Alex no exception. But Ganymede was a good teacher.

"It might have crossed my mind. Is this a complaint?"