John rolled his eyes. Who was Evan to judge how sincere he was with his friends. The man was playing with him! John knew that. He knew that he shouldn't let the man get to him but it was hard not to react. Evan had to know that and that's why he pushed the way he did. John thought that Evan was lucky that he had enough control not to let the beast have too much influence over his temper.
"Why do you care so much, Evan? You don't even like me and you have an odd obsession with my sex life. Maybe I have too much respect for her to just fuck her and make her my 'bitch'," he argued.
John gripped the man's hand tightly, perhaps a little more tightly then necessary and gave it a shake.