Birkhoff & Harley
There wasn't a chance in hell that Birkhoff was going to take charge. He was almost positive he wouldn't have been able to actually hold onto being in charge for very long with her.
"Cute probably isn't a good thing, but I'll take it," he decided. There were worse things she could call him, especially looking at him the way she was. If he was going to get eaten alive by her, at least it'd be fun. Birkhoff grinned. "Oh yea. Since breakfast." Meaning the breakfast they'd shared when he'd helped her figure out that her kill chip wasn't functioning anymore. He tightened his hands on her hips because while he very much wanted to move them, they were in a public place and he didn't want to risk her not wanting him moving his hands.