Sebastian walking around their apartment in the nude was hardly a shocker for Santana. In fact, it was pretty fucking common. Hell, even before they'd moved in together, when they'd all lived close to each other before the whole Miami shakeup, Santana had lost count of the number of times she'd crashed out on Seb and Jeff's couch when they'd been roommates, and the roommates in question had decided on a late night romp, which inevitably led to Sebastian getting up for coffee or water in the buff. It was such a common occurrence. And Santana, even as a lesbian, couldn't deny that Sebastian had an amazing body and, yes, was well-hung. Lesbian didn't mean blind. And speaking of blind, she would've had to have been just that not to notice that Hunter was perving, however involuntarily it might have been, on her fag, as Seb oh-so-smoothly used one of by far the worst pickup lines that she'd ever heard. And she'd heard some pretty bad ones. She just rolled her eyes at Sebastian and his oh, so predicable manslut ways, before glancing back at Hunter, with a smirk of amusement.

As if Sebastian had just walked in from work, fully clothed, Santana just shook her head a little and waved her hand back and forth, indicating first Hunter, then Sebastian -- or at least his bare ass very purposefully positioned right in Hunter's line of sight. She could try to put on an air of offense or shock, but it would be pointless, and if she were honest, this was actually kind of funny, so she continued with that motion, saying, "Hunter Clarington, meet Sebastian Smyth. One half of my roomie situation. Sebastian, Hunter... My favorite patient... Both of you can put your tongues back in your mouths at any time... Or... you know... in each other's mouths... or asses... whatever floats your boat and tickles your pickle. I'm not here to judge. I mean, I can always go out to the beach for a while. Really. Yes? No? Maybe?"