Her nearness was enough to make Pollux blush further, but it would have been rude to move away. He realized, too late, that he was hemmed in now, and with Castor grinning at him across the table like that, he had a pretty good idea of who had arranged this. Saving his anger with his brother for later, he managed a smile at Iris but stayed silent, more tongue-tied now than he'd almost ever been.
Castor, both naturally more talkative and far more at ease right now, shrugged and leaned back against his seat, getting comfortable. "Not so much," he answered with a smile. "We just came up from LA. Spent lots of time on the beach out there. But Pol said we had to come here so we did." He grinned at Iris, draping his arm easily over the back of his seat. "It's a nice city even if it's damn cold. We're working at the West Side Y. I've got swim lessons and Pol teaches kickboxing." He nudged Pollux's leg with his foot under the table, giving him a 'say something dude' sort of a look.
"We, um," Pollux started, still unable to really look at Iris without blushing. "Yeah. So. How are you? What are you up to?"