"I see you dropped in unannounced," Brian turned ever-so-slowly to look Jubilation in the eye, and finally lowered his arms from the swing he'd just taken. He narrowed his eyes at his favorite sass-box and the Wii-mote dropped from his hand to dangle at his wrist as he lunged forward suddenly and set his hands to work at tickling the first parts of Jubilee they came in contact with (which happened to be her underarms). "My," he grunted, grinning and tickling all the while, "sensor bar is shoddy." Excuses, excuses.
The Brit freed one hand to grasp most of the way around the Asian girl's thigh and he kicked her other leg out from under her, then followed her down to the floor where they landed with very little of a thud on a pile of his (clean) laundry. "So sue me." His long, thick fingers worked relentlessly against her throat, underarms, hips and the backs of her knees and he only paused long enough to shake the British flag-jacketed Wii-mote from his wrist.