"I think my high levels of masculinity would significantly drop if I wore your clothes, nice as they might be," he said and then took a sip of her drink.

Nathan had been expecting to scrunch his face up or gag or something at the taste of the fruity drink but really, it didn't taste that bad. It was just sweet and...fruity. You couldn't really go wrong with that, apparently.

"Do I look any different?" he asked, turning towards her. "Any signs of turning into a metrosexual who might need to borrow a scarf? Am I less hot and more...girly gorgeous in a masculine way?"