" Fine. Two could—and would—play at this game. Prophet took his shirt off, flinging it to the floor with a flourish, and then unbuttoned his jeans. Left them the way Tom had his. Because he could tease just as well. Better, even. But Tom’s next words held more than an edge of warning. “I’ll throw you over my shoulder and bring you here if I have to.” Even though they were only maybe twenty-feet apart, Tom would do it too. And Prophet might want to let him. But "

― S.E. Jakes , Not Fade Away (Hell or High Water, #3.5)