The room buzzed with quiet excitement as Quinn and Jack Hughes settled into their seats for the live interview. The brothers shared a glance, their easy camaraderie evident as the interviewer flipped through her notes.

She leaned forward with a sly smile. “Alright, let’s settle a debate the fans are dying to know. Between the two of you, who’s smoother with the ladies?”

Jack’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. He shifted in his chair, clearly torn between confidence and humility. “It-it-it’s a tie,” he stammered, his tone betraying just enough self-assurance to draw a chuckle from the small crew in the room.

Quinn snorted softly, shaking his head. “He’s good,” he admitted reluctantly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “We’ll just leave it at that.”

Jack straightened, as if suddenly struck with a better answer. “Not like I need it anymore,” he quipped, the grin now firmly in place. “What with his partner and all.” His eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and mischief, and Quinn rolled his eyes, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.