Rolling onto his side, Jasper propped himself up onto his elbow and gave Dylan a look. He was going for intimidating, but got sidetracked somewhat when his mind noticed that Dylan was, in fact, quite fit. 'Twenty five.' He corrected, poking Dylan right in the belly button with one well aimed finger. 'You cheeky sod.'
A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as Dylan continued his teasing. He was so grateful that his unit was made up of fairly good spirited guys. Even Ronan, occasionally, showed he was human. 'I'm sure you could guess. Its a three letter word. Usually not as public as Quidditch, but I could make an exception.' He flashed Dylan a grin, he'd forgotten how fun flirting was, having not done it in a while.