Alistair shrugged his shoulders, not really caring about playing, all he wanted was them to have a good evening. Taking the beer bottle from Dec he muttered a thank you, flopping down on the couch. "Well it doesn't make us pervert Sandy darling. How can we not want to look at your body when you've a perfect one. Call us sinners but I will sin every time, just to stare at that body." he wiggled his fingers in her direction, showing his grin.<br/><br/>"Your body should be considered an exotic art piece...." he trailed off when Nic started to talk about his feeling and asking questions as to why not they all were dating. His head nodding at few of his sentences before in the last he spit out his beer in surprise. "Whoa whoa, lover boy stop right there." his tone was a little bitter because he nerve liked when someone tries to snoop into his private life.<br/><br/>"Yeah yeah, we know you like her but who gives you the right to disclose something or talk about something which we don't do ?" he asked, his eyes shooting daggers. "You are my best friend but it doesn't mean you can cross every boundary..." his words maybe bitter but in his opinion he was right. There was a pact, unspoken between them and Nic was trying to break it. He likes Sandra a lot but he never made a move on her and he wasn't going to. "Sorry that is totally I'm not in the mood to talk." standing up, he turned to leave to his room.