"You thought..." He shuddered, making a face. Beyond the fact that he doesn't even think about wanting time with a man before this, without it being with Vasquez. He's not sure he'd ever want to ever be with a man, but he damn sure knows not with McCann.

He gasps, giving him a look. "I smelled of a rather tasty whiskey, and are we really going to talk about that? Now?" Now when he is nursing bottles to try and help himself through an addiction. One that he is fighting to get through, and trying not to show that as well.

"Besides, that stumbling was part of the taunting." Sure it was.