Lindsey wiggled as those fingers made feather light touches down his side. He really wasn't ticklish but they itched.

"You are," he confirmed, "and precisely. Roaming your hands all over me is teasing behavior."

Trying to shrink away so he could concentrate on pizza toppings, he gave Gabriel a mock glare and another slap on the wrist before he settled down to list some. "Pepperoni... cheese, ground beef... bacon." He smiled a bit and explained. "I couldn't afford much... had to get my proteins somewhere."