Barry Allen was full of surprises. He'd have expected him to sputter and fumble at the very uttering of he word fuck but fortunately not. The fact that the kid (Barry, he'd have to stop thinking of him that way) was essentially have his age was of little concern. Len had no boundaries, in that respect. Consenting adults were consenting adults. Simple as that. But still, it seemed like he was trying to shock him. Maybe get him to reel it in. Which was a poor play, really. Len wasn't exactly one to back out of a challenge so if the kid got in over his head that really wasn't his problem. He was going to enjoy the hell out of this now.
"Speed's not really my game, Scarlet. You know that. I like to slow things down. Appreciate what's in front of me," He pushed away from the counter a little then and very intentionally gave Barry the once-over. Sure he could be quick and efficient in the midst of a heist. Down to the very second. But there was a time and a place for rushing. He didn't have the same frantic urgency when it came to intimacy. Not at all.
"I always did want to take you apart. But this way might be more fun." And oh was that smirk back in place now. If Barry was going to open the door he'd walk right on in. Even if only to see how far he could press forward. And he did, going so far as to brace himself with either hand wrapped around one of the arms of Barry's wheelchair just so that they were up close an personal.
"I think I'd like seeing you frozen in anticipation. Especially when I know you can't get a leg up on me."