Woo-ee! Some people go crazy for Evan Peters’ haunted face, and I respect that. He’s handsome. At least, he’s handsome enough that I would make love to him (penetrative, hand stuff, semi-clothed wrestling – whatever we’re feeling!) on the one non-negotiable condition that as soon as we’re both satisfied, we drive to Buffalo Wild Wings in his car or on a motorcycle, but not on a bicycle, and we order beer battered onion rings.