Hector would very much like to say that he, as a person, has learned better to get jealous at inappropriate moments, and that he's grown past that sort of thing. If he said as much, though, he'd be a cobdamned liar. He's off to the side, enjoying the night air and a drink, when he catches a too enthusiastic remark about enjoying company, and a familiar known flirt face sitting awfully close.

Naturally, he inserts himself into the situation, stepping over and putting the arm of his free hand around Capochin's shoulders, forcing a grin.

"Hey, fellas! What'cha up to over here?" He chimes in, perhaps a bit too brightly. "Dinny's smellin' awful-ee good!"