[ Now now, Andy made no promises. Unlike certain virtuous types, he can and will lie, if it happens to suit him, but he doesn't generally bother. He is what he is, at least down to a certain point before things start to get murky and dark. If he wasn't behaving himself, there would be a lot less in the way of personal space. There may be some insolent mischievousness in his eyes, but it lacks the kind of predatory intent that he often has when he's entertaining ideas. ]

I don't think you really want me to get into some kind of dick-measuring contest with you, Gabriel. If I start taking clothes off in here with you, Lestrade would not be entertained.

[ He knows that's not what Gabriel was thinking. But how else would he really know if Gabriel's better than him? He'll believe it when he sees it. Or perhaps hears from an impartial third-party. Hmm. ]

Sure, but not along the lines of sexual desires. I'm not ashamed of anything I like. I dunno why they are.