He suffered the manhandling fairly well, though he could feel a slight heat rise under his collar - or, well, he had no collar, now, as he shifted in his seat to tie his jumpsuit around his waist.

"I just said shirt," he complained, "I didn't say anythin' about skin." But he was now sitting with his bare chest anyway. He glanced at Bobbie again, then to Amos and his smirk, and not for the first time Alex's mind wandered into what ifs and maybes and half recognized desires. He cleared his throat and grabbed the deck of cards.

"Well, I mean, if it means I can get my pride back..."