Rodney slaps a catalog down onto the bed in front of John's crossed legs, opened to a dog-eared page.

"How 'bout those?" he says.

John blushes so hard that his entire face turns what looks like it might be a dangerous shade of red. "Jesus, Rodney," he says, kicking the catalog away.

Rodney grabs the catalog and flops down on the bed. "Look, they're police specials, just like Officer Lorne has."

John shudders. "I did not need that mental picture, thank you very much."

"I want 'em," Rodney said stubbornly. "I'll pay for them and everything."

John looks scared, then sighs. "Rodney..." he starts, his voice beseeching.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, John." Rodney throws the catalog over the edge of the bed and jumps on John. He leans in and stops when they're nose to nose. "Stop having a hissy fit. I want you to use them on me."

John pushes him away and leans precariously out of the bed to grab the discarded catalog. "Well...in that case..."