Devin was as near sprawled against the wall as you could sprawl standing up, returning the gentlemen's looks with just a small smile. Under other circumstances, given the looks they were giving, he'd try and hustle them, but he had Warren this weekend, so he'd behave.

His hand slid from Warren's belt loop, along his waist, down his arm to his hand as he straightened to exit the elevator, nodding to the gentlemen with that same smile.