David's bedroom. Mike's in bed, reading a brochure about Paris. David walks in, and says that he's really looking forward to taking some time off. Mike hurriedly hides the brochure under his pillow. David turns off the light and rolls over to go to sleep, while Mike stays sitting up in bed. Mike asks David if he thinks Mike is selfish: "I mean, about not taking you up on your generosity by not going on this trip." David: "Michael, I already told you. All I want to do is make you happy." Mike, looking both ways down the path of least resistance before crossing to the middle: "Yeah, but what would make you happy?" David: "Seeing you see Paris for the first time. Sailing down the Seine on a Baton-mouche, having the best meal of our lives at Le Grand Revour, or Alain Ducasse. Seeing your eyes light up when you find some little toy at a flea market, that would make me happy. That would make me very happy." Mike says that he wants David to be happy. David smiles, because he wants David to be happy, too: "Are you saying you want to go?" Mike, ripping out his balls with one hand while stroking David's shoulder with another, grins, "Well, since you already made the plans...just promise me you'll let me pay for something every once in a while." What am I saying, "ripping out"? He's probably just checking to make sure they're still gone. David, because he's a condescending bastard, tells him that he'll let Mike pay for the baguettes: "So, what do you say we practice our French?" And they start making out. Aww. How icky.