[ ...is this dweeb pouting? Why the fuck for? Gavin ignores it, like he does pretty much everything.

And then he watches Connor dip his finger in and lick it and... that's. Sure a thing. He's seen it a few times now and it still makes his stomach flip a little. (But is it really disgust? Or is he just telling himself that?)

He takes another sip of his champagne. ]

Huh? Your calibration off or something? That can't be right.

[ ...funny that you even know Connor calibrates himself, Gavin. But then Connor's being snarky and Gavin kind of can't help a smirk and a snort. It still kind of pissed him off but it's less... infuriating than it used to be. It just kinda seems to be how they talk to each other. Or at least the only way Gavin can talk to people. ]

You deducin' shit about me, RoboCop? Impressive you wasted the RAM on something not case related. [ He takes another small sip of this nasty tasting champagne and turns to look back out to the crowd. ] Guess we should start doing our jobs now.

[ Uh oh, someone definitely is trying to catch his eye. A lady in a very slinky and glittery dress. ]