Maybe it was because, before, they had only used to see each other at Quidditch practice and the odd event that she and Mags managed to drag him out to eat, but it was quickly becoming evident that Teagan was...very friendly. Affectionate. Sometimes, uncomfortably so.
But he thought himself immune to her womanly ways, mainly because he preferred his own gender to hers.
At least, he had thought he had, up until she did that thing with her eyes. A slightly choked cough, born both of her actions and of what she was asking him for, escaped him.
It took him less than a second to compose himself though. Snorting, he placed his feet in her lap and wiggled his sock clad toes. "Not happening, Moran. I was the one at work all day. Not you." A slight flush was starting to work its way up from the collar of his neck.