For a minute, he thought that Steve might just be attempting to go to sleep. Then there was a hand grasping his arm and he tightened it in response. He was warming under the blanket though his feet were rather cold himself. It was probably nothing compared to Steve.

The question was puzzling for all the things it didn't say. Was Steve taking a subtle prod at where his sexuality lay or was he reading too much into this? If he was wrong, he could lose a lot. If he was right, he could gain twice as much.

He chose his words very carefully. "Depends, I guess. You a friend of Dorothy's? She's a swell gal."