Once Sebastian was gone, and took his dick right in front of Hunter's face with him, Hunter was actually able to think a little more... straight wasn't even the right word, but it was all he had now. He had used too many napkins to wipe up the mess of Baileys he had spilled and they were now sitting in a somewhat neat yet soggy pile beside his overly boozed-up mug of coffee. He blinked, trying to fathom that a naked dude had just been right there and carrying on a conversation like it was a normal everyday occurrence to walk around with nothing on in front of guests. Maybe it was their norm, but Santana was a lesbian, and this dude was only one half of her room mate quota? And now Hunter was as confused as fuck, not to mention horny, but luckily he was pushed far enough under the table that his physical reaction wasn't embarrassingly obvious. It had been a long time since he had sex, so it wasn't his fault. Not really. It was some guy walking around naked right in front of him!

When he looked back to Santana, his forehead creased up and the o.O emoticon was a perfect replica of the face he was giving her right now. It was definitely a WTF moment, but he was still her patient and whatever she did in her spare time was really none of his business. It was her home, and if she was a lesbian who had a parade of naked guys on stand-by, then that was her prerogative. Strange as all fuck, but still her prerogative. "I am pretty sure there isn't a single appropriate comment I can make about anything at this particular juncture," he had to point out as he casually twisted the lid back onto the top of the Baileys bottle. "Should I, um... leave you and your room mate alone, or...?"