Codes: Danny/Brett, Humor, Drabble
Summary: A true Lord knows what his priorities are.
Disclaimer: This story’s mine, but I do not intend to touch the rights of the owner of the characters I’ve used. No moneymaking, no offence meant. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"Do I sit in the asparagus or what? Where is his Lordship?" Naked like God had made him Danny walked into the salon. "Hello, your dignity, might I draw your attention at the fact that something awaits you here?"
"Yes yes, soon," Brett mumbled looking up from his newspaper.
"Hey, has one ever seen something like that. This ignorance. And this me!” Danny placed himself next to Brett on the couch and shoved the newspaper aside. “Do you come into bed or not now? I get slowly wilted."
"Not before I have not finished reading the racing results from Ascot.”