Sebastian joined him in front of the closet, a bit closer than necessary, and looked at the shoes.
"Those ones," he said, handing him a pair of black oxfords.
Blaine slipped them on before putting on his coat. Sebastian eyed him up and down.
"Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"
Blaine chuckled.
"That is like the worst pick-up line in existence."
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
"Okay, maybe this one is worse."
"Nice legs, what time do they open?"
"You win, you win!" Blaine laughed.
(аатсюда)