"How long have you been hot to jump my bod. That how long."
For the millionth time, Shawn was grateful Henry had not found his way to this universe. He could only imagine his Dad's reaction to the Head Detective locking lips with the bad seed.
Shawn could not remember the last time he attempted to talk someone out of sex. There was an excellent chance it had never happened. But, then again, this situation had never come up before. Yeah, he'd had coworkers ready to jump him after hours, but... not one he'd worked with for two years (assuming he had a job for longer than six months,) not one who his dad was friends with, not one who... was anything at all like Lassiter was.
Lassiter wasn't the only one confused by the situation here. And Shawn took a swig of rum directly from the bottle in the hopes of... oh fuck who knows at this point.