Oh, he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot down his spine at the subtle nod in compliancy, and Jesse rose himself from his reclined position, hand sliding through the short tuffs of his hair to discreetly press his index finger against the button of the communicator. ‘‘McCree here. Requestin’ immediate rotation with Agent Bax. Spotted some activity south-wise.’ The gunslinger supposed he should do this right than to abandon his post, even when his reasons were entirely false. There were a few seconds of interference until a feminine voice responded crisp in his ear. ‘Granted, agent.’
Jesse hoped he had been discreet about it, though the other betrayed nothing in that inviting expression if he indeed had picked up on the short communication.

Busying himself with his hands as he walked towards the alleyway, McCree lifted his hat from his head and carded his hand through his thick, brown locks, granting the other a smirk as he intentionally brushed past him.
He registered the steady footfalls behind him in tow as Jesse silently lead them towards the place with unmistakable intention, and an impatience that sent tingles down the back of his neck. Or, perhaps it was giddiness? He couldn’t be certain. Though he was definitely sure that the presence he felt slip in beside him in the alleyway belonged to those catching green eyes.

‘Jesse McCree, charmed.’ The gunslinger introduced himself, doing a poor job of understanding personal boundaries as he stepped forwards to trap the other against the brick wall with a slap of his hand beside the man’s head.. By now they were out of sight from prying eyes, having walked as far as they could go to still be comfortable against the stench of garbage mounted in piles around them. ‘I ain’t one to usually do this kinda thing, but yer somethin’ else, sugar.’