You and Alejandro were at the shooting range.

You glanced over to find he had removed the bullet magazine from his weapon and pushed his middle and forefinger into the gun with two sharp thrusts, effectively fingering the gun.

"Pendejo, shooting blanks..." He grumbled as he finished checking the weapon before putting the magazine back in.

He glanced over to catch you watching him, his lips curled into a smirk as he turned to face you.

"What is it amado?" He purred.