It had very quickly become clear to Errol what the women were doing. And he could not find it in him to complain, watching Beauty act so carefree and playful. In fact, two could play at that game.
He unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. "It's a little warm in here, isn't it?" he asked his teammates conversationally. "I know I certainly seem to be working up a sweat."
He gave Beauty a narrow-eyed look with a hint of a smile curling at his mouth, there and gone, and then it was his turn to bowl. His movements were precise, Cleric-fast and sure, and though he once again threw nothing but gutter balls he acted as though he had meant to.
Then he sat back to watch Beauty again, still almost-smiling.