"Mess of what kind, exactly? Because I've gotta tell you, I have a pretty good grip on this plate," he shot back at Bones with a crooked grin and a teasing wink, mouthing a big piece of the chocolate tart.

He knew very well what Bones was talking about, though. Not that the doctor was being particularly subtle right now, but then Jim always did like that. Subtlety had its advantages, of course, but he was always more of a fan of getting straight to the point. And besides, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like Bones looking him up and down with that much intent.

"Don't know... depends on what else you've got an appetite for," he murmured suggestively himself, leaning in to ghost his lips over Bones's, though not quite kissing him.