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[golden_glider]

[The most convincing acts have a little bit of truth to them.

The truth is, she's enjoying touching him. Would enjoy continuing to touch him. Would definitely enjoy pushing more of his buttons and dragging this out, whirling him in circles until he can't remember which way is up, and then vanishing without a trace, but she's not there to play with him.

Well. She's not there entirely to play with him. She's there for something shiny, and that means she should probably set him back on track.

Her smile twitches as she hums quietly, accepting his eventual answer, and explanation.

Her thumb strokes over his lips, her voice an exaggerated, sultry purr.]

Relax.

[And then she takes pity on him.]

Any sign of your mark?

[Like she hasn't just utterly sidetracked him on purpose.]

[scarletstreak]

[How's he supposed to relax when she keeps touching him like that, that's what Barry would like to know. Not helpful. But he tries, he takes a breath and shifts away enough to give the room a scan.]

...yeah. I think so. Just came in.

[And just like that, he's all business, face stony as he watches the man swagger in, his jacket almost hiding the equipment underneath it.]

You see him? White dinner jacket thing. Kinda lumpy. Looks way too happy to be here.

[golden_glider]

[Her hands smooth down his face, down to his chest and she leans in to get a better look before releasing him completely, finally. Perfect timing.]

So what's the plan?

[Hopefully it doesn't involve her too much... or at least involves her in a way that won't get her arrested or dead. Or worse, hurt her reputation.

Don't try to make her look like a good guy, Barry.]