He growled deep in his throat. Oh, he would not let this little punk think he got the upperhand. Yeah so maybe Seifer was horny as hell but he didn't need help getting off. Especially from some guy that couldn't even stand up in a shower.

"Me, a pervert?" Seifer laughed. "You're the one who had your face between my legs breathing all over me. You must really like hotdogs." He couldn't help a dirty joke at the guy's expense. This situation was more humorous than hot. He reached down to mess up Zell's wet hair even more, giving it a gentle tug.

"Okay, but if you're playing with me I'll kick your face in. Come over here." Seifer tugged him along, away from the showers. He found a place to sit and sat with his legs spread, smirking confidently.