Steve, I would'a noticed you even if we met when we were knobbly kneed kids.

[The sleepiness and happy glow of being satiated is making his tongue looser than normal, and he snuggles down a bit in the blankets as if to rebel against the idea of pants.]

It's your eyes, there's a fire in 'em. The abs are nice and your ass is to die for, but that ain't why I've fallen for you.