Unfortunately, the case seemed to drag on that evening. The only silver lining was that he got to spend the evening close to Dylan, who had stopped by the S.C.D. building around six o’clock. He stared at Dylan, who was eating a sandwich for dinner, like a lovesick puppy while they waited for the junior agents to inform them of any suspicious movements. Meanwhile, Moira rolled her eyes in disgust for the hundredth time as she gazed at them.
“Seriously, the two of you need to f**k as soon as possible. You both stink!”
“What?”
Dylan stared at Moira and him in confusion.
“Moira can smell our s****l pheromones.”
“What? Seriously?”
“Yes, handsome. I’m not sure who reeks the worst. The two of you are so in lust with each other that the stench of your s****l desires is truly overwhelming.”
