And the rest? [Quirking his brow, you know the ones he's talking about. He shifts his hips, trying to straighten a little further. His thumb draws a lazy circle against the spot he left that burn, gone as it is, because Cross isn't yet ripping his hand off. It's a little challenge to him now, as he sees it, to see how much he can get away with. Why playing with fire is always so much fun, he's not sure. His hand moves lower, back to the shirt buttons to undo them some more.]