Yeah, no. He won't tease Frank for-- whatever's going on with him and Prokopenko. Not his place, and it isn't like he isn't slipping into John's room often enough, so he can't judge the age thing anyway.

Plus, Hell. Comparatively speaking, consensual sex is probably the least worse thing they could be doing.

While he's gone, he grabs them a couple more beers before he finds where Frank's settled in. "Hey--"He pauses, eyeing the concoction curiously.

"Got you a beer, but it looks like someone might've just beat me to the punch."