Billy: My hands are freezing.
Michael: ‘Gizzem here.
Billy: [Michael takes his hands and puts them in his jacket] What are you doing?
Michael: Nothin’. Just warmin’ your hands up.
Billy: [pause] You’re not a poof or owt?
Michael: [deadpan] What gave you that impression?
Billy: Aren’t me hands cold?
Michael: I quite like it. [kisses Billy on the cheek; they stare at each other]
Billy: Just because I like ballet, doesn’t mean I’m a poof, you know.
Michael: You won’t tell anyone, will you?
Billy: [pauses, then grins] Come on.
Michael: [stares after him longingly]