Senna was always intense, and this time was no different.

— Tell me you're not looking at... at Verstappen naked.

He looked at you with that serious expression, his arms crossed, clearly uncomfortable.

— Did he send you this? Because if he did, I'm going to break him.

You tried to explain that the photo had been leaked, but he was already pacing back and forth, trying to process it.

— Okay. Cool. But do you REALLY need to look?

He wanted to appear calm, but his jealousy was obvious.