!!

This is a stunning turn of events.



"And giving a woman's bra size ain't even just about what they look like, it also about what they-- uh, y'know--"

Tommy cups his hands.

"--feel like. Which is why I thought he felt you up."

He might have made things worse for Voodoo. (You're welcome, Voodoo.)

Kate's ire is impressive, and maybe even a little hot (unf), but Tommy goes up to her and puts his hands on her shoulders, sliding his palms down her silk-clad arms.

"Listen, honey, I was this goddamn close to bashing the guy's face into the floor, but I didn't, 'cause one, no violence in the bar, and two, he's my friend, but if he truly, honestly didn't touch you, then that's all I wanted to know. As for what he said, well, yeah, it wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear come outta his mouth either and I was ready to knock his teeth in for sayin' it, but who knows, it's probably just a thing that he does out of habit, with all his goddamn Navy training, maybe he can't help-- sizing people? Or some shit like that. I dunno."

A beat.

"Although if you do kick his ass, let me know, 'cause I wanna watch."