"Oh no... How on Earth am I going to pay?" Richie grins wickedly and wraps his arms around Reeve's waist to pull him in closer. He affects a Voice that's half bad Southern Belle and half Transatlantic as he continues.

"I don't have any money, sir. But I'm just sure we can come to some sort of arrangement..."

He gives Reeve a wink, amused for as long as this lasts before Mini or Reeve kick him out.