“My intellectual level is definitely lower than most people here.” Noah laughed, walking away from a previous situation. “My lock didn’t match with someone, and she asked me if I wanted to fit my key with her lock instead. I said I didn’t have a key, only a lock and walked away. It only just hit me.” He laughed, shaking his head while also slightly embarrassed. “Aaanyway. Still trying to find a match? Cause I got my lock right here.” He continued, holding up to present the brass lock.
“I spend way too much time around rusted hardware,” Richard remarked. It was easy to be on guard considering the last romantic event he’d gone to had been some huge charity gala and it had ended--not great for his romantic life, “But hey, maybe someone’ll unlock another level in your dirty talking.”
