[ Cheeky or not, that's a comment that makes Byerly feel - elated, fluttery, nervous, embarrassed. A milder cousin to the high-toned anxiety that Lexie's intensity leaves him with. The thought of Bastien looking at him, and being pleased and happy and giddy, and wanting him every other night, and being jealous, makes Byerly feel a bit like there's less air to breathe. Not in a bad way, not - Really not in a bad way, but...just because it isn't bad doesn't mean it's not terrifying. ]

Right.

[ He tries to cover for his discomfort by tickling the sole of Bastien's foot. ]

And there's also that I'm terribly proud of you. You liking me is an achievement. And I rather want to show it off. Look, you sons of bitches, he likes me best.