"It's got definite fairytale elements," Davin argues, laughing a little and leaning in close. He wants to dance, and he wants to actually finally kiss him. But they have to get through this first.

"Oh, I've been mentally preparin' for that since ya asked me," he laughs, glancing over at James' father and then looking back at him. He reaches out and grabs James' lapels, straightening them out and smoothing them down, resting his hands against James' chest. "I can handle your father."