"If you didn't like his prose, stay the hell away from his poetry," Matt observes with rueful amusement, and is maybe about to go off on some bookish tangent when Jeff--

Well. Looks at him like that. But also keeps talking, which provides a lot of very interesting and distracting information.

"I, ah. Try to be, I guess." Matt's answering smile, as he toys with the ends of his scarf, is tinged with erotic nostalgia--half embarrassed, half warm. V has called him sweet before, but he's usually talking about the way he tastes. "But back up a minute. 'Spell on the room'? What kind of spell are we talking?"