For a split second, Jaime's eyes must have looked about ready to pop out of his head. //Oh, stars above. My memory banks are garbled, but I think it's true// He not only slept with a stranger, but Khaji was seen too? Why did Jaime have to suck so much at the whole secret identity thing?

He blinked after a moment, thinking fast. He forced a laugh which was too stained to sound genuine. "You-- legs out of my back? That is crazy. I- I think you really might have had too much to drink." He rubbed the back of his neck, nervously turning away from the other. In the process, of course, he gave full view of his back to Dean. Though not glowing, the tattoo-like marks were still clearly visible. Only slightly less suspicious than his horrible poker-face.

"My memory's pretty hazy on last night too. Don't think I had much to drink, though..."