[Chris moves back towards the small table and the chairs set around them, one overly wide and cushy and the other straight-backed and narrower. He ignores both in favor of pouring some of the brandy into the glasses.]

My dom is...there's a word...A-sexual? He's not into walking into anything I might be into, so I keep it from home.

[He returns and offers one of the glasses, chilled by his touch, to Oliver.]

And usually bend people over it with ties and fuck them, but I'm sure there's other creative uses for it.