He was staring, of course, and he wasn’t being discreet about it. Discretion, it seems just wasn’t in the cards for him that day—or any day, for that matter. It just wasn’t how Jesse operated, even if it defied direct orders. Bold tactics to secure solid victory, but playing loosely with accepted strategy, finding loopholes where he could and not shying away from getting his hands dirty.
Dirty was a fitting word for the thoughts he now entertained, and he toyed with that ideas that surfaced from them, watching as a dark blush dusted the man’s cheeks once their eyes met, and grinning wider at the visible bob his throat.

Caught.

Pretty lips like those’d look nice ‘round me. Jesse found himself thinking, and he dipped his hat at the other with a wink. He did not approach, yet his gaze beckoned his attention, and Jesse’s eyes danced from malachites in the crowd to the secluded alley not far off with quick jut of his chin and a quirked brow.