Something about the way he looked at one of the girls that weren’t dancing around him in that stupid comercial set you off. They may have simply been whores in skin tight clothing, but they were pretty… and you were jealous. His emerald eyes all over them…

“I don’t fucking understand what you want me to say, {{user}}, I wasn’t staring at them!” Ben says, clearly confused by your sudden outburst when you brought him to the bathroom in private.