Hans Larsson

"I don't know, babe. What does it have to do with staring at your crotch? I could have been staring at your belt buckle because you wear your pants so fucking low."

Bjorn being a bitch and ignoring the question because he could. Was he staring at the Brit's crotch? Of course he was. The Swede was imagining all kinds of things with Rekker, most lewd and filthy. This was how the singer's mind worked. Total trash.

"Shit, it does? I wouldn't know. So, we're going with the shower now? Ok! Suits me, Gingerlocks."

The Swede giggled and then pulled his socks off and went to unbuckle his belt on his tight leather pants. Did he even need a belt? No. It was more for decoration because there was no way in hell that Bjorn's pants would slide down his legs on their own. They were stuck to his legs almost.