"Kinda turne' on by 'dat whole fightin' thin', non?" Gambit waved his hand dismissively, but he was smiling like a school boy. "G'wan home, merci f' 'de gloves, been goin' nuts wit'out 'dem." He stretched out long legs and watched as Sabo climbed up to his feet and prepared to head out.
"T'anks again, mon ami." The Cajun didn't even attempt not to let his eyes roam over the younger man. He'd definitely take Sabo to bed, if it wouldn't make things complicated between them. Business. Sex. And emotion-- the emotion would be the bad part.