"Yeah, why not? I thought it made a change from whatever your fancy man Joe calls you. The Finnish Terror is too much of a fucking mouthful."

Billy grinned and then glanced down at the modified board. It looked good. As for his Dane being a pastry? He was a cute, fluffy boy with luxurious hair and the Brit would have it no other way. Shooting Aarne a wink, Billy nodded.

"Rik? Yeah, I'm his smukke and kort luvvie. He's my Danish Pastry."

It wasn't often that Billy hung out with Aarne so it would be fun to get to know the crazy Fin.