Carlos looked at him. “You have something other than the frock?” he asked. He then added quickly, “That was meant to be a joke.” He sighed. “I… I mean, you don’t have to. I’m not going to make you. Do you… do you want to?” Carlos didn’t mind either way, but he had to admit that seeing Hancock in something else was at least a little bit intriguing.
“Of course I do, I just got a specific image to maintain.” He chuckled softly. “I’ll change, might as well dress up a little for our date night, hmm? Just give me a minute and I’ll meet ya downstairs, yeah?”
Carlos gave him an encouraging smile and nodded. “I’ll be downstairs, then,” he said. He leaned in to peck Hancock on the lips and squeezed his hands. “Don’t try too hard,” he then told Hancock. “You don’t have to with me.”
The Perfect Scientist 