[Frank drawls unnecessarily lewdly with the usual Delfino smirk gracing his face as he confirmed he had just what they needed to make dinner. He's already gathering up all the ingredients, even shoulder bumping Oliver, or standing close behind him to reach into the cabinet above him.
He swats at the younger man's bottom before going to wash his hands to prepare. That is until the question stops him and he's turning around with a questioning raised brow while drying his hands.]
What's that supposed to mean?
[Please let him just be messing around, Frank can't deal with anyone judging him or Annalise right now. Hell, or ever. Better he down that glass Oliver's made him just in case. It hits him strong in all the right ways, warm as he goes down - bourbon, good stuff.]
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[Frank drawls unnecessarily lewdly with the usual Delfino smirk gracing his face as he confirmed he had just what they needed to make dinner. He's already gathering up all the ingredients, even shoulder bumping Oliver, or standing close behind him to reach into the cabinet above him.
He swats at the younger man's bottom before going to wash his hands to prepare. That is until the question stops him and he's turning around with a questioning raised brow while drying his hands.]
What's that supposed to mean?
[Please let him just be messing around, Frank can't deal with anyone judging him or Annalise right now. Hell, or ever. Better he down that glass Oliver's made him just in case. It hits him strong in all the right ways, warm as he goes down - bourbon, good stuff.]