Psylocke merely nodded, again letting her eyes rake over him. "Course, it'd be much easier if I could see your eyes, love. Perhaps when we're in more private quarters?" Because business would have to come first, especially if a friend was involved.
It was interesting to hear how this marriage thing fitted into the dilemma and she couldn't help but notice Oliver's tone of ill-liking. She knew Luthor was more than capable of getting what he wanted...so how did that play into this situation.
Tugging on his hand to bring his face closer to her own, Psy smiled with a Cheshire grin, whispering, "I like when it's just the two of us." She didn't move in to kiss him, but she kept her lips closer enough that one swift movement could claim him. Hovering there, she asked, "Do you want me to poke around in his head then? See what he knows about her disappearance?"