"Well, I hope Boomer's a dude for Starbuck's sake then. He's close to becoming a chick as it is. Doesn't need more women corrupting him. Your home needs a serious dose of testosterone." He gave Starbuck a little nudge in the shoulder.
Starbuck just shrugged, "We'll be happy either way." Then he thought of something, somewhat randomly, "Hey.. you wanna stop by later for dinner? We have three single women at my house right now, all very good looking, and all of them could probably benefit from you attempting to charm their pants off."
Marcus' eyes went wide with excitement. "Dude, what the fuck? You shack up and suddenly are surrounded by Betties? The universe is out of alignment. But yeah, I'll stop by."