Suddenly Finn was thinking that he needed to clean out the freezer in the back. Or maybe just sit on a block of ice. Because the added images of Keira switch-hitting were not, repeat not, helping. In the slightest.

"You're just jealous that my right hand knows my equipment better than you do. Hell, even my left does, too," he quipped back, flashing both hands at her jazz-hands style, before turning to wait on someone else at the bar.