[He leans into Barton's side, smiling warmly up at him, some would say teasingly. Something about the night's making him much bolder than he usually is.
Everything about the way Barton is treating him is welcome, shifting for more access. A sleeve of his yukata slips off a shoulder, and he makes no moves to adjust it, as he pulls out his own device.]
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[He leans into Barton's side, smiling warmly up at him, some would say teasingly. Something about the night's making him much bolder than he usually is.
Everything about the way Barton is treating him is welcome, shifting for more access. A sleeve of his yukata slips off a shoulder, and he makes no moves to adjust it, as he pulls out his own device.]