(and that's just what he needed, wheeling around to face him, leaning back in an all too casual way against the wall.)

Think you're gonna get ass-pats outta me, bro, just 'cause you think you're hot shit? You better turn tail, hop on the treadmill, and run that stiffy off.

(you don't have a boner, it's okay man; he grins in the spirit of it all, a crooked thing that creases sharp eyes.)

Ah, besides, you aren't -- and I quote -- "into dudes."