"Nothing. I just like your name."
The tumble-headed blonde rolled onto his back, chuckling. "All right...?"
"What?" Roy nudged Jean's side with a foot. "I just learned your name last month. I need to get used to it."
Jean sat up, his mouth twisted into a wry smirk. "Thanks ever so, Roy."
He couldn't help a blush rising in his cheeks. Tartly, he said, "Dogs shouldn't question their masters, Jean."
Havoc rolled his eyes, lips quirking again. "Woof."
"Dammit, stop being so...!"
A rather impish grin broke out over Havoc - no, Jean's - face. "So what, sir? Don't tell me I screwed up /again/."
"No-o..." Roy looked down, smiling at his misfit lieutenant. "I think you're doing everything right, Jean. You deserve a treat."
Havoc flopped back, unlit cigarette sticking up like a flag. "Woof."