Leo still had his head turned, but his color was better, and his expression had formed into something close to neutral.

“Am I interrupting something?” Jack asked, looking from one of them to the other. “This is quite the intimate little picture. You two seem to like the same women. Maybe you should cut out the middleman and just fuck each other.”

Leo met his father’s gaze and smirked. “What makes you think we haven’t?” he asked.

The comment hung in the air.

Archie coughed.

Leo crossed in front of Archie, and stepped directly in front of Jack. For a second Archie thought Leo might take his father by the neck. Maybe try out that choke hold again. Archie might not even have stopped him. But Leo’s body was relaxed, his shoulders loose. He had been undercover so long that he could drop into character just like that. Leo grinned at Jack. They were nose to nose, Jack refusing to give ground. “I had his cock so far down my throat,” Leo said, “I thought I’d choke.” He ran his thumb along the corner of his mouth and licked it.

Archie couldn’t think of anything to say to that, even if he’d wanted to. He wasn’t going to get into this pissing match. Not that anyone was looking to him to say anything anyway.

Jack smiled, though he didn’t look amused. “Clean yourself up,” Jack told Leo. “Our guests are awake.”

Leo shot Archie a quick look, and under his mask of libertine bemusement Archie thought he saw another emotion: fear. Then Leo reached out and straightened Jack’s tie. It was an odd little display, rich with both intimacy and malice. When he was done, Leo stepped around Jack and strolled out of the room. Archie watched him go. The door closed silently behind him. If it had been Archie, he would have slammed it.

Jack stayed where he was. He looked Archie up and down, his eyes lingering on Archie’s torso, his chest and abdomen, where he had the most scars. If Leo had noticed the ravaged state of Archie’s body he hadn’t shown it.

“I’d really like to finish my shower without an audience,” Archie said, fighting an instinct to re-secure his towel.

Jack’s eyes stayed on Archie’s abdomen, traveling up the thick scar along his midline that marked where Gretchen had split him open for his spleen. “She worked you over, didn’t she?” he said.

“She tortured me,” Archie said.

“Yeah,” Jack said. He lifted his gaze and met Archie’s. There was something lascivious in Jack’s eyes and Archie was certain that Jack had meant for him to see it. Jack chuckled. “I left you something in the clothes,” he said. “Consider it a free sample.” Then he turned around and left the bathroom.