"Well.. he spends a lot of his free time in the omicrons, so I thought I'd joke.."
He took another sip of his own rum, eyeing her with a slight confusion.
"Max wouldn't let them have him.. would he...?"
Dylan looked up at Riley, a little concerned herself.
"Maybe he'll come quietly.. who knows.. He's an old guy, anyway.."
He rubbed up Dylan's arm, accidentally copping a feel before yanking his hand a little bit away from it. Dylan only giggled, reaching up and pulling his hand back to cop a feel again. "You are so weird.."
"Nah.. she's just being herself.."
He took a solid grip of her breast, bringing the other hand in to her hip and giving it a firm poke. She let out a small cry, blushing a bit. "Don't make me do it, Dyl.." He chuckled.
"Mm.... I'll show you kinky.."
He responded with a short, subtle whistle.