Hans Larsson

"Aw, are you all sparkly now, Gingerlocks? It might make you prettier than you are."

Bjorn smiled at the fact that Rekker might be walking around LA with glitter all over his face and hair. The Swede liked this fact. The tough metal head now tainted with the glam singer's style. Stripper heels got a high-pitched laugh out of Bjorn and he was now poking his tongue out at the Brit.

"Yeah, I am. Does it make you feel less of a man that I'm taller, babe? Don't worry, you've got the muscles for it."

The singer just gently squeezing one of Rekker's biceps, gasping at the muscle underneath, loving the feel of it. Fuck, the man was hot! The arms were a definite turn on. Walking beside Rekker, Bjorn then noticed the Firebird. Shit, the guy was loaded!

"Ooh, nice car, honey!"