"Hey, eyes on your own significant other!" he called, though he took was momentarily distracted by the sudden display of Samouel's muscles. He did so like it when he pulled off his shirt -

Oh, right, game. He brought himself back to the moment, tossing the ball for a moment as people got themselves into place. He took a breath and tossed the ball up, reaching forward and slapping it with the palm of his hand to push it forward. It sailed over the net at a gentler pace than Church's first serve, so let's hope this particular point goes better.