It is absolutely not too subtle for Danse to notice, when he is already staring right at those muscles, acquainting himself thoroughly with that they ordinarily look like. Given this sudden difference, he will realize later, when he thinks about it, that he actually prefers them as normal.

But this is the last thing on his mind right now, as the full stunning implications of this actually hit him. "Jesus," he says, simultaneously awed and a little bit horrified. "Now I know whatever brought us here doesn't have good intentions. Letting you, of all people, do that--it goes beyond irresponsible into downright pernicious."

Of course, there's not really anything nefarious he can imagine Deacon using it for here, and if anything, making Deacon more terrifyingly effective is more likely to be a good thing for the convoy as a whole in the long run. But in the short term, and on a more personal level, this is the last thing in the world that Danse needs Deacon being able to do.

And Deacon immediately demonstrates this, leaving Danse's eyebrows raised with belated alarm if Deacon's suggesting what he thinks he is. "Wait. Give what a shot? You don't mean--"