Everything Dan feels suggests this to be true-- not that he doesn't believe the words themselves, because he does. But there's nothing in the room that's more than an easy curiosity, almost amusement.

And Dan has to admit he's curious too.

He leans in, kissing Marcus slowly, a good morning sort of kiss, and lets one of his hands find the far more pronounced curve of his waist, the softness there. When he lets himself meet Marcus's eyes, he tries to temper what he's thinking, but he can't help thinking it.

Could show you a thing or two about that body.