Probably could have just waved at the closest hot tub-facing window and gotten the same reaction, huh...

"Sorted as fuck, hot stuff." Ossie is treated to double finger guns before said fingers go back to Giles's shirt, undoing the first button. "Awkwardness over, time to fuckin' party." He pauses and looks up at Giles, checking his face for any hint of hesitation or nerves. "Right?"