Hans Larsson

"I'm not fucking off anywhere, sweet cheeks. You're stuck with me now."

Bjorn winked at Rekker and then squeaked a little at his ruffled hair. Whatever. His hair was sort of ruined anyway from the ginger messing it all up. Ah well. Soon, he'd get to style it back up once more. There was no way the Swede would be leaving now and Rekker was definitely the most manly person he'd met for a long time.

"Do you show your engine off to a lot of hot blonds?"

This was a tease but partly a question on Bjorn's behalf wondering about Rekker's past relationships. Did he prefer blonds?

"Yes. Not my first time to the States since Blixt toured in New York a few years ago. But my first time on the sunset strip as they say."