He knew there was a wicked scheme brewing in that pretty head, and should probably do what he could to discourage it, but...

It was so very tempting, the thought that they could whisk off to Venice for a raucous celebration, enjoy a little wine and the culture, the music and the moonlight, and of course the food, all the food~! He'd never been to a real carnival before, only the more local versions. Anthony would be treating him to his first.

He tipped his own glass to clink against Anthony's. February felt so very far away and his imagination was already running wild with escapades. "To plausible deniability."