"I meant all of us should stop chomping at the bit to get into each other's pants," he quips back with a sharp smile, clearly unbothered by the direction of their conversation. If he's worried what the others will think, he keeps that to himself. "Or -- skirts, in the case of one of us."

He glances toward Felix, then Dimitri, then Claude, before shifting away from the group. He'll cover their backs, keep them safe while Claude starts to change. At least it'll help keep him from staring.

"Make it quick, alright? I don't know how long we can wait here for."