[Knitting would have been a good one if he'd actually been trying to piss Gansey off. But he was trying to be- not charming, exactly, but not an outright asshole, either.]

So you have to play golf with boring rich people?

[He said, as a rich person himself, but he liked to think the last thing anyone would ever consider him was boring.

He nodded when Gansey said it was never like that, because yeah, he knew that now. Really, he'd just been jealous about how Gansey and Ronan had seemed joined at the hip, never one without the other. He'd wanted Ronan all to himself, but now- yeah, he was glad Ronan was happy, too. He still wished and hoped, but those things would probably never come true. That was okay. It was fine. He could set his sights elsewhere.

Laughing, low and amused, he reached out to trace one fingertip along the side of Gansey's face, feather-light.]

It's in your favor 'cause it means I don't want to beat your face in anymore. I'd rather do other things.

[Was it an innuendo? Absolutely. Was he gauging Gansey's reaction to it? Absolutely.]