That's hardly what Freddie's expecting and his lips twitch upward in a grin even as he refuses to acknowledge the twist of discomfort low in his belly. There's no attempt at coy flirtation in this; Noah isn't alluding to Freddie in any way and that shouldn't bother him. It shouldn't matter at all.

"Yeah?" he asks instead, taking another quick sip of his beer. "S'pose it depends. Everyone thinks shit about people they shouldn't. Think you're only an asshole if you do anything about it."

And that, he has a feeling, Noah's not done. He's not the type.