[He says it's not jealousy, but it sure does look like it from the outside. Overreactions, practically pouting, getting his knickers all in a twist because he happened to have a craving for really excellent breasts. Seriously, one would think they were together the way Rafe is going on about satisfaction and shit.]

It's not a big deal, really. [He shrugs, but like earlier, he feels a little twinge of...something? Nah, it's not important.] I like fucking women on occasion. I not bottoming more than on occasion. Doesn't mean I'm not satisfied, you just can't do those things. 'Sfine.

[Another shrug, and he's back into Rafe's space with a toothy grin and an intent to do bad.]

C'mon.