"So I guess you get both benefits then." He said and took one more. "You can eat the others. I'm good."

Parrish just chuckled as he watched the other eat. "I don't think so. It is one of the few things that gets me together." The hellhound told him.

"True but still. This is not good." Tracy said as he quickly finished one to get to another. They were so yummy. "Are you going to stop working out?"

Parrish laughed while chewing. However, he only spoke once his mouth was empty. "You just said we probably won't get fat so why not eat what we want to eat?"

Tracy just watched him eat the delicacy like it was nothing. Was it crazy to be jealous of a mozzarella stick? "For having us eat something so delicious yet bad for us." He said as he grabbed one stick and did the same thing as him.

"We do." He said with a small leave. Even before the hellhound spirit took over, he always appeared younger than his actual age. It was usually a joke he used. "Hate me for what?" He asked before thanking the server. He then took one mozzarella stick, dipped it on the sauce and took a bite.

"So do I. We both have baby faces." He said right before their appetizers came in. He wasn't in the mood for them before, but he was now. Smoke was still visible. They were fresh and looking ready for any stomach. "I hate you..."

Parrish shook his head again. He thought of fighting this again, but he knew the other wouldn't be convinced. "Thanks, really. I know I look a lot younger than I am."

"Yes you do. Start taking pictures shirtless and an agency will contact you. Trust me on that." He said to him. "You really are really good-looking."

Parrish laughed. "Oh come on. I don't look anywhere close to a model." He said and pulled his phone back. "I'm just in good shape."

"Oh! That's a good one!" He exclaimed as he returned the phone. "I could see that for you. You look like a model and you do have fire powers."

At that Jordan had to laugh. "I'm nowhere close to Superman. I'm more like...maybe Johnny Storm?" He questioned as he was trying to think of another fire-related hero.

Tracy's eyes widen, matching the smile he had. "Wow...you were adorable back then. Who knew you would turn out to be a real Superman though." He laughed.

Parrish slowly pulled out his phone, using his fingers to pull out one picture. "He is not, but here."

Tracy smiled. "Really?! That's adorable. I would love to see it." the kanima said. "Is he your favorite superhero?" He asked him.

Parrish left him alone and focused what he got. "Not as much as others, but I defend myself in that world." He told him. "Maybe one day I'll show you my pictures as superman when young."

Tracy hated how warm he was getting. Damn, this man's powerful and beautiful eyes matched that perfect smile. "I forget that you are a nerd too." He said, totally ignoring his first question.

"Then what are you saying?" He asked, again knowing what he was doing. "Oh? You are right. I remember how Wolverine's powers work." He told him.

"I'm not saying that." He said and slowly took a piece of garlic breath. "I think so. That's how it works in stories...comics..." He didn't like his nerdy side that much.

"You don't like them?" He asked before taking a piece of bread and take delight in the taste. "Is that for real?"

"The lines..." Tracy said as he scratched his right cheek. "I mean...it makes sense right? Everything about us is enhanced, our metabolism, healing and all."

"Stop what?" He asked with a smile. He knew what he was asking. "Yeah, I believe Stiles told me about that. Crazy right?"

"You need to stop." Tracy told him. What a line...now he didn't even blame himself for blushing and smiling. He hated him so much right now. "And you won't get fact..."

"You can if you want, though I think the way you are is perfect already." He flashed him a smile, though not the same one he gave to the server as they came with their bread. "Hm? Always have. More so now than before too."

Tracy blushed at that. "Thanks...I'm not as fit as you." The kanima told him. He had been working out ever since Parrish rescued him. He had made a transformation and he was happy to do so. "You eat a lot though right?"

Parrish chuckled. "And not yours? You are quite fit too." He called out before making some gestures for a server to come. They did so with haste. Parrish easily made their order and asked for water and their in-the-house garlic bread.

Tracy just chuckled. "Totally good with that. I think the salad is free so your muscles won't complain." Tracy told him.

"Using my words against me. I'll get you back on it." He smiled, "But we will do then. Mozzarella sticks and that amazing trio. We good with that?"

Tracy tried to move away from that topic as soon as possible, focusing on the funny and silly banter. "I'm just saying what you said." He shrugged.

"No worries." He said with a small smile. One that became bigger as the other bounced back with that comment. "Ah...now you don't want to pay?"

"Oh...I'm sorry." Now he felt super guilty about asking. He tried not to think too much about it. "Sure. You are paying after all remember?"

"Only with two who survived." One died in the explosion and the other well...that was harder to even think. "Sorry, let's talk about the dish. I like this idea. Do you mind if we order an appetizer?"

"You don't stay in contact?" He asked him and then turned the menu the other way. "We could order this to share. It is a big portion of pasta with parmesan chicken."

Parrish laughed as he sat down. "I do. I miss some of those folks." The deputy said. "I could, but it is not the same. It is a little hard to explain."