There's something truly wonderful about that smile. It's not just that Ginsberg is an attractive man (though he is). It's just so genuine, puts such a light into the other man's eyes. To be responsible for that is something intoxicating to Ned, in a very different way than the vodka.

"Were you always so talkative?" Ned asks. Partly, he is curious, yes. But partly he wants, for purely selfish reasons, to keep Ginsberg talking while he does what he has planned next. He closes the distance between them and starts to kiss along Ginsberg's jaw, making his way up slowly to bite - very gently - at the lobe and shell of his ear, before he's moving down the hollow of his throat, to his collarbones. As he does this, he listens, feels for any telltale signs of a particularly enthusiastic response.