<strong>Vergil Tosh with Ensign Vincent watching him cool the heat</strong><br/><br/>Tosh was pleased that the other man enjoyed it.  At least he hadn't put the man off anyway.  Just as Tosh was going to interrupt and offer to get the glass himself, the younger male stood and made his way to the replicator.  The speed at which he left was a bit more hasty than one would think was normal, but that wasn't all that Tosh was concerned with.  In that moment, his mind was firmly analyzing the shape and roundness of Brady's rear in his uniform...and out of it.  Of course, his imagination was needed for the latter part of that, but he was sure he could manage.<br/><br/>Tosh took a few more spoonfuls of his own bowl down his throat before Brady returned with a chilled glass of milk.  He had apparently taken several gulps before sitting, the glass already half empty.   The older man's eyes cut to gaze upon the white mustache left behind by the white liquid.  Apparently the ensign had no idea it was there for he continued to eat as if nothing was wrong.  Tosh stared for another long moment before dropping his spoon in the bowl in front of him and giving a gesture to his own upper lip.  "You've left a mess on your lip."  He said, offering a napkin to the man.  "You're sure it's not too hot?"  Tosh asked again as Brady seemed a little flustered and perhaps not as attentive to everything as he should be.  Was Tosh distracting him...or maybe it was all the heat of the stew.