Church leaned forward against the bars when she spoke, lips still curled up into a smile - they curled up even further when she said that to the other man, pressing his face between the bars, cheek bones pressing against the cold metal. "Not ever again? Come on, baby. We can play house. You can be the door and I'll slam you." His smile widened considerably more, fingers curling and uncurling around the cell bars.
His throat cleared when she said that.. God, he loved it when she talked dirty to him. "You shut the fuck up, bitch, or I'll bend these little toy bars, come over there, and make you call me daddy."