The squeeze on the shoulder had not meant to make her feel pathetic, but more in an endearing way.  Not that Alex was aware she would have felt like that, even though it was not his intention. He did notice the bit of little flushness in her cheeks - and oh how he intended to to make her blush a few more times before the evening was over. He had thought of her multiple times since their first encounter in person, and it all it came back at the moment, fueling a desire in him.   As Sarah moved to talk to Sebastian, Alex's hands returned to his pockets once again taking in both the aroma and sight of the house. He was impressed but not jealous - the had acquired quite a loft of his own in a gated community. It wasn't just working for the IRS that paid for that though, as Alex had acquired a hefty inheritance from his parents. Namely an old home that he liquidated in cash, and then invested in the stock market for some short to mid term investments that matured quite nicely. He was flashy sure, but his life style did not quite reflect the depth of his pockets and resources. A bit of a mystery at times, he kept certain things to himself.<br/><br/>Eventually, he was led inside by Sebastian and brought to see his immaculate stamp collection. The only thing that Sebastian heard was, "blah blah blah blah.. I'm a dweeb, blah blah." It was so utterly boring. How come someone think that this was an actual hobby worth doing? If he could pull his hair out that moment, he would have and before Sebastian could finish his spiel Alex did interrupt.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">Dude, I really don't care to hear about your absolutely boring hobby, of collecting stamps.. please tell me, you have some other redeemable thing you like to do? Besides fuck your wife...if you can even do that? ..speaking of which.</span>"He  took a few steps closer, standing right behind Sebastian, so close he could feel his presence. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#eb6b56">But... I'll give you credit... Sebby. I'm proud of you. And I don't see with all this accomplishments why you never came to reunions, do you know how many men would crave for what you have. </span>" His arms was folded, and he leaned in closer, his deep voice resonating against his ear. He was speaking normally, so maybe in even Sarah, could pick up the conversation. (option here)  "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">You have such a nice house. Must have a good job huh? And not to mention scoring such...</span>" His right hand came to his lips for the chef kiss."<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">A hot smoking wife like that...."</span>A hand reached out, and and grabbed Sebastian's right shoulder. It was surprising a soft touch, if he allowed him - gentle almost with a squeeze.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"You must feeel like a such a man, Don't you? Sebastian?</span>" It was now quite apparent, if the husband saw the sly smirk on the man's lip from the angle. He was toying with him naturally, and he didn't even need to actually hurt him physically to do so.