Maybe in the new and improved future where Gray spent the next few years yelling at Lazarus to suck less, he came up with a pickup line for his soulmate that did not involve squirrels!

Gray scoffed at that. "Bellamy doesn't have to hit on people," he said. "Bellamy's Bellamy. He looks like that and people come to him. Like...sex moths. And, honestly, at Krave..." Oh, was he going down? That was a yawn. He was going down.