You win this time, Carolina. He's so busy watching he can't quite focus on fluttering his tongue like he meant to, instead just. Staring. It's not fair. Delta will MURDER him and-



...it might be worth it wait what NO brain bad brain LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES BRAIN. York pops his into his mouth as he watches her walk to the door and- damn those legs. Damn those hips. Stupid martial artists and their awesome bodies. He's fucked, just. Not how he wants to be. He manages to at least compose himself by the time D walks in and slap on an innocent smile. "Hey buddy!"