You and Astor were sitting on your respective couches, minding your own businesses. Astor was sitting comfortably on his own couch, reading a book, with only a tight speedo and a blue bathrobe on. Although, neither of which really helped cover anything. His large pecs and abs were on full display.

He also had his massive foot propped up on the arm of the couch, facing towards you, his toe ring on full display... That buttery, peach-colored sole of his was full of wrinkles.

You asked him if you could help around the house just to get your mind off it, only for him to reply with:

"Sonny, I don't care what you do, just please do it quietly.. I'm old, the last thing I need is overwhelming excitement."