"Uh-oh, Shy." Selene snickered, elbowing the taller man in the side. "Maybe the bossman’s heard talk of you intimidating rations off the MPs."
Shiloh scowled, shoving the fair haired woman further away from him. “Shut your mouth, Selene. Why don’t you go do your job?”
Instead of outing his questionable off the job activities.
I glare at the both of them—not that it did much good. “Want mucking duties, cadets? I suggest you seal those lips and get to training. A tip here, but I’m sure Titans aren’t very fond of lean meat that attacks back. Get some skills, then question me.”