"Hell no, you don't flirt with the people under your command." He snorts, arm slipping back around his waist. The usual familiarity and casual certainty that it's welcome isn't present- but there's an almost delicate curl to the way his thumb hooks around Gabe's hip, a buzzing warmth in the idle slide of it swiping back and forth.

A bro leaning is not the same as a guy flirting. And now? He's flirting.

"He's not my type. You, now..." Big, blonde, blue eyes, big, did he mention that? He should. "I don't know. But I think I'm down with finding out."