"For anyone - not that I'd expect you to appreciate the subtleties, the way that mob you call a team assaults the field. And a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, not that I'd expect you to know that, either." And not that he'd kissed anyone, but he sure as hell wouldn't be going into those details. "I thought you were supporting Montrose. Fickle, aren't you? Jealous?" He swayed closer, slammed into his side, and pantomimed a kiss to his cheek that might have landed had he not been so intent on knocking him down.