It's hard to tell whether Knock Out's optics are actually brighter than usual, or if it's just the dimness of their surroundings that make them appear that way.
"You didn't," he hummed. "And you've officially used up your quota of apologies for the night. You're not allowed any more."
Once she's in front of him, he reaches out and brushes the sharp tips of his fingers over the material of her shirt, across her arm. He traces his way down until they draw intricate patterns on her thigh, with nothing but the thin cloth of her pants to separate the metal from her skin. It's not fear of her mutation — they've well established that he's immune to her ability, and made grateful use of that fact in the past week — but with how he's studying her, it's almost exploratory. He's testing something.
His hand brushes across the front of her pelvis, still careful; his claws could easily cut or gouge with little effort. Then, as if in response to a silent decision, makes a half-fist and dips the ridge of his knuckles between her legs.
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"You didn't," he hummed. "And you've officially used up your quota of apologies for the night. You're not allowed any more."
Once she's in front of him, he reaches out and brushes the sharp tips of his fingers over the material of her shirt, across her arm. He traces his way down until they draw intricate patterns on her thigh, with nothing but the thin cloth of her pants to separate the metal from her skin. It's not fear of her mutation — they've well established that he's immune to her ability, and made grateful use of that fact in the past week — but with how he's studying her, it's almost exploratory. He's testing something.
His hand brushes across the front of her pelvis, still careful; his claws could easily cut or gouge with little effort. Then, as if in response to a silent decision, makes a half-fist and dips the ridge of his knuckles between her legs.