Jim did not need the bond to discern McCoy's interest. He could see it in McCoy's face, in the swift re-direction of his gaze. The thought of teaming up on him was suddenly unbearably attractive, not the least because he was a man and could appreciate the picture.

He needed a mirror.

"Yes, that," Jim said. "I don't like being in other peoples' bodies." If this one was his, though, he was going to use it.