Ah. And here they had each separately hit on the fatal flaw in him chaffing Tuck about sex: Will blushed a lot easier than anybody else in the room. He laughed and shook his head, realising himself outgunned. To Clio, he said, "With your mouth on me? You know I ain't winning that bet." He felt his ears grow a tad warm with that, but he grinned anyway. "Fair enough, hold it for afters, then. You eaten, love?" He set the bow aside and turned to retrieve his discarded t-shirt. Now that the warmth of exertion was fading, the air was starting to feel a little nippy.