Vince told everybody that Howard baked him little cakes, but neglected to mention what they said…
Howard was standing over him with his arms folded and his back straightened. “What do you think?” he asked proudly.
Vince looked down at the embellished dessert in front of him. “Erm…” he muttered, poking at it with a fork. “S’a bit weird, actually.”
“There’s nothing weird about it, sir!”
“Howard, you’ve written ‘Don’t touch me’ on it.”
Howard wiped his hands on the moustache apron Vince had got him last Christmas. “Those are truthful words, fine words. You need to respect the boundaries, hm?”
Slowly, Vince peeled a strawberry off the edge of the cake, and held it up to his eye, inspecting it. With a sly grin he placed it to his mouth and licked off the chocolate icing, rolling his eyes like a glam-rock Nigella Lawson. Then he pushed the strawberry into his mouth and chewed it slowly, making a noise that could only be described as painfully obscene.
When he looked up, Howard was staring down his his shoes, a ripe blush covering his entire face.
“What was that about boundaries?” Vince smiled sweetly.