It'll be a cold day in the smelting pits when that happens. Which probably actually means next week. (That's a sure fire way to find out she's ticklish, to her horror.)

At his outburst, she almost laughs. But there's a part of it that's actually not so funny, a small part of her that suddenly wishes it were true, if it meant he never berated her again. But frag that's stupid, why should she even care? She never has before. Flashpoint ignores the sudden tightness in her spark and just glances back at him, pressing a finger over her lips in response. She may be shushing herself as much as him with that motion though.

And she was going to attempt to look confident as she retreats back to her spot, door panels swinging with her ample hips, and then Deadlock says THAT. Aw frag. Is he...actually going to watch her? Like that? Right now? Yeah, that's a little pitch and roll that happens in her tank as he calls her bluff, or, most of it anyway. She really was going to wait until he was in recharge.

Bluster seems to be there order of the day though so she gathers her own and pushes through the roughness in her throat. "Might be waiting a while. I like to...work up to things." And apparently self service foreplay involves finishing weapons and ammo inventory.