"'Cause you're a hypocrite, man!" Davin laughs and pokes his chest again before pulling his hand away. "But I'm glad you're here."

And yeah, he really does look fine. Like really fine.

"Wait." Davin narrows his eyes at James and reaches up to tap at his temple, just barely resisting the urge to see if his hair is as soft as it looks. "Can ya still hear what I'm thinkin'? 'cause I've had some whiskey an' I can't be held responsible for what my brain thinks about your ass in those jeans."

He blinks owlishly and then blushes. "Whoops."