"There's nothing to worry about," Steve volleys back, grinning as he leans over and drapes his arm across Maeve's shoulders. "I'm perfectly confident in my ability to rock your world."

He laughs softly and squeezes Maeve's shoulder as he winks across the table at Eddie. "And Munson's, if that dream ever rolls around."

It feels a little like he's flirting, but he's not, he thinks. He's joking. Maybe there's a fine line between flirting and kidding and he sort of thought that line was a penis, but maybe now he's not so sure. Wait.