Sawyer nods, licking his lips and as the other glances at the stage, Sawyer's gaze drifts in the direction of the bar but he can't see Bishop from here. He makes a quiet noise at the nip and nuzzles into Hunter, his nose brushing against his.

"Do... did you want me to use my hand or my mouth?" he asks, trying to be forward, at least a little bit. It's a struggle.