Richard picks up his drink, takes a sip, and places it back on the table. “I’ve heard the same rumor.” He brushes two fingertips against Oswald’s left cheek. “Listen, sweetheart, if you do have a young man in a cage that you’re feeding, watering, and having sex with, I commend you. Kudos to your royal behavior. At our age, gentlemen, we need to take what we can get and not make a big stink about it.” He raises his glass for a toast.
Collin sits stone-faced. “You’re drunk, Richard.”
“I’m horny, happy, having fun in life, and need Raphael to bone me. Sometimes a man just wants a caged dick to ride,” Richard admits. He looks at Oswald and winks.
Collin huffs, irritated.
Almost an hour later Richard is placed in a cab and driven home.
Collin tells Oswald upon his exit from the restaurant, “I’m spending the night at the watercolorist’s cottage. Don’t call me tomorrow.” This leaves Oswald alone at the table.