At this rate, they'll be lucky if Leatherhead doesn't die from the sheer butterflies in his stomach at the moment. In one step he looked at his boyfriend, shyly smiling.

"Just one?" it didn't seem to be so bad either way, it meant attention from his boyfriend anyhow.

He leaned down, looking at Michelangelo, growing redder by the minute, "Um...I..."

He thought he had something better to say.