Havoc finally released James's ear in favor of a victorious chuckle but his mirth was cut short by surprise when--did he hear that right?

He broke character in favor of blinking stupidly at the other man for a moment, noting the color in his face and said ear he'd been cockroaching on. Sure he could tell James was flustered--who WOULDN'T be? But he did not know his drunken half-kidding advances were actually being received. On one level or another.

Oh. Oh HO. Well then!

With his teeth clacked shut by the taller man's shoulder, he was in sort of a pickle. How did he see how far this was going to go without falling over or looking stupid? It had been years since he'd made anybody make a noise like that.

He took a different route, pulling his chin away (and taking a moment to crack his neck) before ducking around under James's arm so he could grin up at him and get a peek at all the fun colors he was turning. One hand came around to grab hold of his arm for stability. This was the least flattering position he had ever been in while making advances.

"What else did they do--them big nasty cockroaches?"