He's not jealous, but [i]hot damn.[/i] 

He saunters forward and, with careful precision, takes his seat. "I'd do what she says," he drawls. "You're third-rate henchmen with fourth-rate tools, working for a B-list wannabe. Don't you already have enough negative subscribers, Commy? Want to go further in debt to livestream antics of people with zero chemistry?"

He pauses, as if in thought. 

"Then again, I suppose that's what you do whenever you're on camera, so..."