Des chuckled and smiled softly, glancing at Michael. He didn't really like Michael calling himself a whore. The word just had so many negative connotations to it. It seemed too undignified for a man such as Michael.

He grinned, glancing at the picture of the Colloseum. "I've always wanted to go there," he said quietly. "I have this romantic image in my head of sweeping somebody off their feet and flying them away to Italy for a vacation. Just. . .haven't gotten the opportunity yet." That, and he couldn't really afford the price tag.