[He licks the taste of wine off his lips, shifting forward and partially off his stool to lean towards Cross. One palm flat on the counter next to the bottle as he leaves it, there is the fewest of inches between them as he reaches one hand back, over Cross' shoulder. He combs it through the long red hair as if admiring it, but then his eyes flick upwards, fingers clenching in a good handful right at the base of the neck.] I don't have anyone here I care to impress.
[Meaning, the bar around them because his other hand heads for Cross' lap while his body is close. Fingers gliding over his crotch, deliberately rubbing him over while his lean blocks some angles of view. He smiles smugly.] What about you?