"This is not your bloody house," Wade says incredulously, staring around Heath's house. It's large and smells of old money and he thinks it's utterly ridiculous. "Whose house did you break into, and why did you drag me into this crime spree?"
Heath laughs and rolls his eyes. "Aw, c'mon, Brit. I didn't break into anythin'. Certain members of the Layfield family are more agreeable than Uncle John, so they agreed to let me film in here."
Wade stares at him. "Some of them are insane enough to accept that you're their never-before-seen relative, Clem? Seriously?" Heath nods and Wade facepalms, muttering darkly about stupid Americans. This doesn't wipe the grin off of Heath's face, however, as he follows him through the house, taking it all in. There's a massive library and, of all the things, a mechanical bull. He doesn't think much of either until Wade stares at it, a strange look on his face.
"Wanna ride it on the show?" he offers. Wade shoots him a dirty look and he smirks, shrugging. "Just a suggestion, man. No big deal." He wanders off, trailing a hand along the spines of books, unaware of the second glance Wade offers the bull before following him. A few of the bedrooms are closed up but there are a few guest rooms that open with a twist of the doorknob and Heath hops onto the massive bed with a whoop, grinning when the nicely made sheets go all over the place.
"You're a mess," Wade tells him, arms crossed over his chest as he watches him from the doorway. "And I'm not remaking the bed for you."
"Wouldn't want you to," Heath calls from where he's laying, fanning his arms and legs out as if to make snow angels in the bedding. "I'm sure they pay the staff good money to handle things of that nature."
"I doubt they're paid to deal with ridiculous, destructive gingers," Wade grunts, leaning in to snag Heath and pull him out of the bed. "Come ON."
Obliging, Heath sighs. "You're no fun, Brit," he grouses, following him back to the library. "What're we doing?"
"I'm getting on that bull, and you're going to do whatever ridiculous thing it is you do while we film," he mumbles, finding the settings to activate the thing before motioning to the cameraman. He looks uncomfortable but starts filming and Wade grits his teeth, determined not to make a fool out of himself for the show. Thankfully he holds on long enough to seem impressive, the bull eventually winding down enough that he slips off and walks smugly over to "Clem", eyeing him. "These are all of your books?" he asks incredulously.
Heath agrees eagerly, talking about how reading them got him three wives, which so comes out of nowhere that Wade stares at him, wide eyed. It takes everything in him not to laugh, and how exactly he manages it, he's not sure. Heath tilts his hat as Wade prepares to leave, telling him he'd be a welcome house guest at any time.
Wade casts a glance around once more before saying something about maybe taking him up on it when he turns and leaves the room, heading for the door. Once the cameraman stops filming, he returns and snags Heath, pulling him closer. "Three wives, huh?" he smirks, searching his dark eyes. "One wasn't enough?"
"Nah, that's not funny," he mumbles. "But this was, definintely. Don't you think?"
Wade shrugs and looks around, relieved to see that they're alone now as he leans in and kisses him. "You are a ridiculous man."
"And you enjoy it," Heath offers.
Wade simply stares at him hard before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit.