John snorted and shook his head as Pete kissed Myka. Guy had it bad. 'Course, he knew how that felt, he thought as he looked over at Cait and gave her a smile.
When Fred made her suggestion, he nodded in agreement before giving Pete a slight shove. "Either of them hear you say that, and they'll skin you alive, Pete," he told him. "Or feed you to an artifact."
"He's right, Pete. I'd rather not lose you to an artifact," Myka told him.
John then frowned while he wife talked to the painting, picking up a few of the words. After Cait translated for them, he walked over the painting and shook the frame. "No propositioning my wife, Latrec."
"Je ne comprends pas l'anglais," Latrec responded.
"The hell you don't. I saw Moulin Rouge," he said before looking up when Artie called them up to the office. He looked at the others and took Cait's hand. "Guess we'll keep the goo threat as our surprise attack and see what happens?"
Myka nodded as they headed through the aisles toward the office. "Guess so."
"There you are," Artie said when they arrived. He waved toward the table. "Eat up. And don't think I don't know you all weren't together down there. Am I going to have to split you all up so you're not distracting each other and goofing off?"
"Artie, what the hell is your problem?" Fred asked. "We do our job, and we do it well. Are we going to have to stick you under the goo shower until whatever's making you act this way wears off?"
"Well there goes the surprise attack," Claudia muttered.