There’s a certain freedom in his reputation. Sarcastic. Quick-witted. Acid tongue. Reporters generally think before they ask him a question. Generally.
Jean-Paul’s eyes narrow as he assesses the man in front of him.
Kyle slips an arm around his waist and leans in close. Jean-Paul glances over, “Spoil-sport.”
“It’s a stupid question.”
“I was going to have fun with it,” Jean-Paul points out.
“At his expense.”
“Stop trying to make me nicer than I am,” he teases.
Kyle smirks, “Is that what you think I’m doing?”
Jean-Paul leans in, letting this one go. He’s got a husband to kiss instead.