Evan snorted, unamused. "Have your ways to what? Get women? You haven't even fucked the girl who is practically all over you. You should hear the way she talks about you or see the way she looks when she does. It's clear she's begging for it and all you have to do is make your move, but you don't."
He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at John. Bouncing on the heels of his feet, he stayed quiet for a moment. "I will. She's not my type anyway," he said with a shrug. "And, as you know, when I say to stay away from someone, they listen to me."