If it were a date, the proper reaction to Murdock's shift closer against him would be an arm around his shoulders and shifting his knee until his hand was on Face's thigh. But, it wasn't a date, and said hand bore a sock with button eyes and a felt mouth he didn't particularly feel comfortable having near his crotch.

"Your best is usually pretty good," he murmurs, cocking his elbow on the back of the couch. "Dinner was really good, man."