Toby, Ipcress, Mac
Of course the guy had to come walk over here, and of course it was because of Mac. Toby was not giving into illusions, at least not when he was with company. "Politics with getting into the pants of the right kind of people?" he snorted, though he was only teasing. "Except you can choose from the whole of humanity. And here comes another fine specimen who has his eyes fixed on you. Or maybe your ass. It is a mighty fine ass though, hands down."
He chuckled again. "Oh honey, I don't stand a chance against you. He is so not gay." he threw in, but then shrugged. "But fine, let's give it a shot. If he punches me, you'll owe me a beer though." He tore his gaze from Mac, to face the handsome stranger, his eyes widened into saucers. "Not bloody possible." It couldn't be.