Out of all the things Desmond could've said to him, that was the very last one Michael expected. He ran his fingers through his hair to stall for time. Part of him wanted to say "Me? Really? Are you sure I'm what you want?" Michael knew what he was, and knew that was not really prize material for a potential boyfriend.

But he also knew he couldn't say "no". Something inside drew him to Desmond, a part of himself that he didn't fully understand. "I would like that," he answered softly, the tone of the innocent Doll sneaking its way through his voice. "I would like it very much."