That look, subtle as it is, sends a little rush of heat through him. Jamie runs his hand over the back of his neck, suddenly very aware of all the places his clothes are touching him.

He stays where he is but he holds Bashir's gaze as he moves closer.

"Work it out?" he prompts. "Is it uhm. I think something is going around."

Jamie takes a sharper breath and, oh--oh he's almost sure now that scent is Julian. It gets clearer as he moves closer.