"Well, I brought you back dinner," Danny says as he lingers in his bedroom, keeping the door open as he strips off the jersey and the jeans, wandering around the room in his boxers as he slides into a pair of pressed black slacks and a deep-purple shirt, fetching a silver tie and sliding it under the collar, fingers expertly knotting it. "You look good!" Danny calls out. "Good enough to eat. What's it you say in pidgin? Lani," he draws out the word.