"Clearly you and I have very differing opinions as to what constitutes 'spoiling,'" Jono replied primly before taking another mouthful of coffee. And making more of those noises. He had no bloody clue how he hadn't blown both breasts and that lovely lower lip of his off yet this morning, but he fully intended to appreciate that he hadn't while he still could. "Drop me off in a dark, dusty old record shop, and then you'll see pure bliss."

This was true.