"God I hate flying." Sebastian murmured as he and Adrik boarded the plane. The burly Russian man looked back at him and rolled his eyes. He looked forward, and quickly, they made their way onto the plane, and to the very back. Granted, these weren't the nicest seats, but they would have to do if they wanted to remain inconspicuous. Babies cried, women gossiped, and men chatted among themselves as Adrik and Sebastian settled in, Sebastian more nervous than jittery.

A woman with long, flowing blonde locks passed by, her face coated in makeup. She looked at Sebastian, and winked, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

"Hey handsome," A very deep and masculine voice said, and it was coming from the blonde. Sebastian chocked on his own spit, and began to cough, his face turning red. "That's a dude?!?!?" He thought as they walked away, still eyeballing Sebastian.

"Stay away from them." Adrik growled, putting his sunglasses in his pocket and releasing his tense shoulders.

"Why?" He looked back at her more in curiosity than anything else.

"Drag queens are most likely to be spies. I almost got killed by one." Adrik had murmured the last part just loud enough for Sebastian to hear. The ebony haired male chuckled into his hands, and smirked.

"Ah," He said, wiping a fake tear form his eyes. "That's just too good. A big, strong man like you," Sebastian ran his hand along Adrik's arm to make him uncomfortable. It seemed to work.

"Got taken down by a little old lady?"

"Shut your mouth before I dislocate your jaw. And I can do that in five different ways."