[ Not much attention is paid to Steve in particular as they go about setting the wet clothes aside, and Andyr busies himself with rolling his pant legs up, at least, not until he casually makes a comment that would be a hell of an innuendo coming out of most anyone else's mouth. He can't help the spike of warmth that alone sends through him, and Andyr blames that on the wine from earlier, the food, and all this party nonsense, but it's Captain Marshmallow. He's the last person Andyr would suspect to be making innuendos at him while half naked. ]

Since you're probably the most wholesome person I've ever met, I'm gonna assume you meant that in the most G rated way possible. [ he tells him with a small smile, trying not to laugh at his flustering, as he turns to look at him with brows raised. right, the floundering and flushing is a good indicator that he'd meant something much more family friendly, and just had it come out suggestive by incident of being a huge dork.

Looking at him now, though, Andyr's eyes catch on that blue streak across his chest, highlighted by the light from the MID, and his brows furrow, a hand reaching out automatically to touch at the color, fingers rubbing at it like it's just a bit of paint or dye that stained on him. ] The hell's that? You didn't have that before, did you?

[ because, okay, yes, he looked at you one of those several times they've been some level of undressed near each other, big deal, sue him. ]