He'd turn around very slowly and then move away...only to fall over his chair. McCoy would notice. Insatiable lusty McCoy. Hatter would gulp and take a seat over there while McCoy would be stalking, predatory, in his direction. Jim would try to hold on to McCoy's trousers, which are half-way down his hips already. He's in love with McCoy's smiley underwear. So shiny.