"Fine by me." Bahorel glances over Courfeyrac's shoulder at the picture on the cover. "Even if porn's not my usual thing."

He steps over to Combeferre and gives him a hearty slap on the back. "What's wrong, you're looking a little red there, 'Ferre." He ruffles his flustered friend's hair. "Caught with your pants down, so to speak?" He asks with a chuckle.

(Ditto to 'Fey. Gah, if it wasn't for work tomorrow, I'd probably stay up a long time tonight getting these guys into trouble. :p Continue on the morrow?)