If this is evil then he can do evil stuff to her all he wants, any day, anytime. And is it weird-good or weird-bad? Because it's weird for her too but she's having trouble finding the bad. Other than the awkward of talking about this later and the fact that it Happened.

And she's okay with some senator eye-poking. Especially if she gets to watch.

Flashpoint lets out a long ex-vent coupled with a pleased groan, the kind that rumbles the plating loose in all the places you hold it too tight. There are some extremely vague questions about where he got the warm oil, but she so doesn't care right now. This is a luxury she's not had in...uh..she can't even remember when. Her fingertips knead the strands of the polyfiber rug under her; a thing they made her put in after her neighbors complained about the stompy metal feet, a thing she just might be drooling on right now.

"...t-totally later." What are they talking about again?