Combeferre shifts enough so that he can see Bahorel, and giggles. "You arree all wet. But I'gree, you look shexy like that." He pauses. "Don'worry, I'm not hitting on youuu. Jus' like looooookin'. You and--an--and Bossuet can play whatever you want. Or something."

Then he buries his face in Courfeyrac's lap. Combeferre is definitely enjoying that hair-stroking. "mmm. you c'n keep doing that. 'snice."