"What? No. I just thought you wouldn't care." Hartley frowned, looking at Mick and ending up caught somewhere between fascination with his ability to pack food away and a bit too much appreciation for his upper arms. There really was a difference between someone training for looks and someone training for power. "I don't think you're dumb. I never bother with dumb people, they just annoy me."

He shifted a little, turning until he could fully face Mick. Dumb, really not. Puzzling sometimes, especially tonight. "I thought you were with Len."

Apropos of nothing.