"Hey," he said, shooting a glare at Marcus. "I'm not afraid of him. I'm very cognizant of the fact that he can throw my arse into jail and one. Dobbs would kill me. And two..." He grinned and tossed his drink back. "I'm not going to be a butt buddy for just anyone." The idea was laughable really and it was more of an excuse than anything else. He wasn't ready to deal with Lexi and the... Potential that was there. Clint was shit at relationships. He'd had... Well none. Even Marcus was ahead of him in that regard. Relationships were more work than they worth.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "It's Lexi and I know you two didn't have issue crossing that line but I try my damnedest to not look at her like that," he said with a shrug. "Just makes everything overly complicated and I don't have time for that shit. Not to mention she is in a serious relationship... She's not exactly the one night stand type."
He raised his glass. "A huge fucking bust," he sighed. Standing, he glanced at the clock. "I guess in should go. Fucking early morning practice." He glared at his captain. "Arse."