You and Price are 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.

"Ugh shooting blanks..." He muttered around his lit cigar as he finished checking the weapon before putting the magazine back in.

He glanced over to catch you watching him, a smirk formed on his lips as he removed his cigar.

"What? You like what you see?"