Unfortunately for Hank, Gen's spent too long here among people who have made a game out of being obnoxiously flirtatious with him to get a rise out of him. A little sarcasm in response to his own obnoxious comments isn't going to be nearly enough to chase him off, and if he's relying on his age to be a deterrent for Gen...

He's spent a decade obsessively trying to gain the attention of a man not that much younger than Hank. There's nothing about him that's going to chase Gen off, especially not when Hank is carefully plucking at his competitive nature.

And right now? Gen feels like he's starting to win this stupid game of theirs. Between Hank's fingers digging into his hips, and the feeling of him stiffening under the pads of his thumb, it really feels like victory is close at hand. His grin stretches wide, his thumbs still moving in tight circles.

"Bet it counts for the game, but you sure you want me to stop? Seems like you're having a good time here."