Lot had been listening to the exchange between Hagar and Mouse but had been inclined to keep his mouth shut. She was perfectly capable of taking care of it and interference would have caused a disproportionate amount of friction and any conflict was frankly way too much effort for him now. Hell being up felt like too much effort.
Mustangs arm was warm against him and he smiled up at her, "Morning," he was about to say more when Mouse, in his drunken stupor, made the mistake of using too many words and before he could grab at Mustangs delicate hand to halt her she was walking over to him.
Lot turned on his chair and with a sort of grim amusement he watched as Mustang violated all sorts of old ABH laws and forced Mouse's balls back into his belly. He knew a responsible leader should have stepped in but it was arousing as hell to see her handling it all by herself.
For a while Mouse lay there staring up at her as if he couldn't believe she'd done it, then his mouth had soured and before he was forced to physically get up Lot interjected, "Mouse I think you've said enough,"