Dead and bugging the living crap out of me.

[He eyes that hand, then Rhys' face, smirking]

Can't believe you get turned on surrounded by the Pottery Barn rejects.

[He nudges Rhys with said knee, scooting closer to him and wrapping an arm around Rhys' shoulders to start kissing his neck, making a plan to put one possessive hickey on him for sure]

Suppose it takes all kinds.