Sebastian watched Topher move with his clinical eye, then promptly reminded himself that he wasn't on duty at the moment. His gaze softened, and became more appreciative. His smile widened slightly when he realized his hands were itching to reach over and tame that wild, messy hair.
"How about yours?" he asked, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand, his elbow on the very edge of the table. He hoped he wasn't coming on too strong. It had been so long since he'd allowed himself the simple pleasure of flirting. But he wasn't even really flirting, he was just... interested. He found Topher interesting. Was that a crime?