Self-satisfaction blooms as his order is obeyed, though he’s surprised that the other man hasn’t pulled it up on him; it’s clear he thinks Gabe’s probably lying, and he does have to wonder what there is to gain by indulging him. Suggests he was a little more desperate for the bike than he was letting on. Or was interested in what else Gabe could offer.

He’s no stranger to being admired; sex is easy, and though he’ll never admit it he is desperate to feel wanted, even if it’s only temporarily. His eyebrows quirk at the obvious way he’s being checked out, though it’s more part of the game than anything genuine, he’s sure. If this asshole is expecting him to back down first in this unexpected game of chicken, he’s going to be disappointed.

“It’s not looking like much of a challenge from over here,” he points out, rolling his shoulders as he deliberately turns his back on the other man to fake interest in the bike once again. “You haven’t even given me anything to be interested in.” Decides it’ll annoy the other more to be dismissed, as it’s clear he’s used to being obeyed.

His hand trails down to trace the moulded plastic seat. Counts down in his head before he glances back across his shoulder, smug grin firmly established. “Can you even negotiate for something like this? Might want to fetch someone who can.”