"I've been trying to get him to stop calling me 'Master Stark' for five years. He does it purely because he knows it annoys me."

"I read the works of P. G. Wodehouse, Master Stark, and they taught me about your human concept of 'butlers.' Butlers call people 'Master' and have British accents and whenever their buffoonish master gets into complicated interpersonal entanglements they solve it with their deep wisdom and insight."

"I wrote you, Jarvis, I know you can just say 'butler.'"

Z is giggling helplessly into Asher's neck.

"The Princess Bride has been prepared, sir. May I compliment sir on his excellent taste in movies?" 

"Shut up."

"Right away, Master Stark."

Z vaguely composes himself waves to the empty room.

"I like him. And also you."

"I like him too."

The lights on the thermostat twinkle cheerfully. 

"Shut up."

Clothes must be put on before you can watch Princess Bride! This is a slow process because Asher keeps getting distracted by kissing Z.

Asher is extremely distracting. So are, specifically and separately, his lips, neck and shiny embedded tech.

Eventually he's...dressed enough.

"I can't believe you told Jarvis to keep them away. Getting walked in on is great."

"I'm not going to sexually harass the fifteen-year-olds no matter how enthusiastic the fifteen-year-olds would be about it."

"Killjoy."

He agrees, but he has to be a little obnoxious about it. It's his job.

Asher kisses him and they're distracted for a bit longer!

Eventually they manage to get to the living room, although Z gets pinned to a couple different sections of wall on the way.

Best day ever.

Z is going to check immediately how much of this couch he can possibly take up with his body. Apparently sprawling over the whole length of the seat works fairly well.

Most of the couch, if he doesn't mind having an Asher on him. 

The Princess Bride starts playing as soon as Jarvis thinks they're settled.

He's missed this movie. This is a good movie.

Apparently there's a bit he forgot, though.

It comes up fairly early in the backstory:

That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying 'as you wish', what he really meant was 'I love you'.

He turns his head slowly to look up at Asher.

Asher has a carefully neutral facial expression. 

"...Jarvis, help me out? How many times has he seen this movie?"

"While I can't answer about the number of times he's seen it before I was created," Jarvis says, "my records say that he has watched this scene no fewer than fourteen times in the past five years."

The computer-generated voice sounds slightly smug.

"Fuck you," Asher says. "Seriously. Fuck you. You couldn't have lied?"

"Busted!"

He's grinning so hard it hurts a little.

"I regret everything."

"Oh, yeah? Are you gonna break up with me?"

He is trying to look chill but he keeps wiggling in a totally involuntary way.

"Obviously not."

"Can't regret it that much, then."

Look at this face. ...look at half of this face.

Asher is staring at the floor and totally missing Z's beaming facial expressions.

"You gonna break up with me?"

"...what?"

He blinks a little.

"Why would I even...really?"

"I don't know! I haven't been in love with someone who wasn't fifteen before!"

He said it out loud.

"I mean – I've never had a regular person fall in love with me before, so –"