Stein blinked in startlement when Birkin actually put his hand on his thigh. While all the flirting up to now had seemed like deliberate jokes, this was a signal that he couldn't deny.

What was it with people visiting him and jumping his bones lately, anyway? Vanessa had to have put something in Birkin's drink? Though perhaps it was the drink that was the reason, after all.

"I wouldn't mind sharing," he said, setting the beaker down gingerly in such a way so as not to force Birkin to shift his hand off of his thigh. And I'd be happy to show you the rest of my scars."

He smirked and shifted forward. "But are you really prepared for what I have to offer?" And he captured Birkin's lips aggressively.