Yes.

Nick thinks about it, scanning Michael from head to toe. There's something going on, something Nick can feel just before the surface. He leans over to kiss Tommy, then looks at Michael. "I have some additional questions for you, Michael. Privately, I think."

Michael looks nervously to Graham, then follows Nick as they walk over to one side of the room, away from the others. "I'm not sure what you need, Nick," he starts, obviously worried.

"It's okay, Michael," Nick stops him. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to understand why this place is that important to you. You could always find another sex club. Hell, you go online and you'll find a million people who want to play." He pauses, then opens the door for Michael. "Of any gender."

Michael flushes, looking down at the floor. "I'm not picky, really. I don't let Rick know, because he hates gay men. How he and Lazlo ended up both on the board I have no idea."

"Then what's going on?"

MIchael sighs, and sits on the stage. "My family is very controlling. I mean, extremely." He rubs his chin, sad. "They dictate who we see, who we date, what we do."

"They don't know you're coming here?"

Michael laughs bitterly. "Oh, they know. It's not that. The men of my family are expected to play around and get their wild urges out. " He wrings his hands, trying to decide what to say. What he can feel safe letting out. "Shit, Nick, I'm not sure I know you well enough to talk about this stuff."

Nick nods. "You don't have to. But I'm gonna tell you this: I don't judge anything consenting adults get up to in their private lives. People love who they love, male or female. They do what they want as long as everybody is having fun."

Michael seems to think about that for a moment. "Even if it's someone you're not supposed to have feelings for?"

Nick can see the potential risk in that question. "You use this place to meet up?"

"And my family doesn't know." Michael closes his eyes and signs. "But it's the only place we have that we can meet outside my family's spies."

"She's an adult?"

"Of course," Michael growls. "I'm a pervert, not a pedophile."

"Michael, I have declared my undying devotion to a crossdresser I literally met three days ago," Nick laughs. "I'm no one to judge. Love doesn't play by rules. You and your girl's secrets will always be safe with me."

"Thank you," Michael breathes, and visibly relaxes. "So, is that a yes on a partnership?"