Mike is all too aware of just how close the other man is. The hair on the back of his neck stands up and there's heat in his cheeks. It's getting harder to ignore what's happening to him. It's not just the jeans anymore. He's also keenly aware of the way his shirt rubs over his nipples with every breath. The collar of his shirt and the weight of the necklace against his neck. No drug he'd ever heard of that could do anything like this could be undetectable in water alone. It had to be that...machine. Something gone wrong.

Those words put him on edge. Was it getting hotter in the room? Was there something wrong with the air? Even though he was on the verge of panic, he kept his composure. A nearly perfect mask, but for tension around his eyes.

"I do have one question,actually." It was as if the rising stress had calmed him. He sounded perfectly conversational. He just needed to keep a cool head until he could get out. He held up the bottle between them and put on his most charming smile. "Do you recycle?"