"I know what you mean, yeah. It's just I didn't know I looked at him like that. I'm not the only one who gives eyes to his bloke or girl. Ronno gives looks across the breakfast table to his girl and it looks like he wants to eat Ziggy instead of his cereal. The tarty drummer does the same to Hunter. Then Joe and his crazy Fin. Billy and his harp boy Dane too."

Everyone looked at their loved one differently and Viktor was often oblivious as to how his actions were portrayed through other people's eyes. He just thought of Vars as someone tough and hot. A buddy who liked to fight and was interested in fire too. Not as much as the Brit but he wasn't afraid to delve into hell with Viktor.

"Nice lips? To be honest I don't think we've even kissed yet. Biting and punching more. You reckon I should try to kiss him and see what happens?"

Viktor wondered about this because kissing seemed a bit pussy compared to the rough and tumble they'd been doing together. All the biting, shoving, punching and other macho stuff. Kissing though? It might feel nice. Who knew.