McCoy opens his mouth to protest, wanting to remind Jim that they're here to find him a date, a dance, a fuck, not for them to go right back to this, but the argument isn't a very persuasive one and not one he spends a lot of time on, anyhow. Instead, he just gives Jim a wry, fond smile and slides his hand to the small of his back again.

"What's this prove?" he asks, shouting the words.