Frederick held Jean-Paul's gaze and gave him a tiny smile that might have been flirty as they shook hands. His attention soon returned to Rictor, given that the man had agreed to let him have a cigarette.
"Oh, thanks, guy. You're a lifesaver." He took the cigarette and lighter, happy to light up. He regaled Rictor with a grin as he returned his lighter, studying both men more closely. Rictor looked like a scrapper, all wild hair and nostril-flaring cockiness, while Jean-Paul looked picture perfect and impeccably composed. They were a study in contradictions, and Frederick couldn't have said which one was handsomer, each in their own way. He'd just given Frenchie here a flirty smile, and he could swear he had seen Rictor checking out their fellow Acolyte redheaded beefcake's ass during training. He looked again from one to the other and narrowed his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interrupting, am I?" he asked curiously, with a smile. "I mean, you guys aren't... together, are you?"
Yeah, Frederick Slade was not shy. Not even a little bit.