Thank goodness for being impressed. Mirza had experienced jealousy and the loss of desire in the occasional hookup which was completely ridiculous.
He wasn't taking the time to look over Shae just now - there'd be plenty of time for that later. All he could hope for was that Shae would obey his instructions to the letter. Yes, he realized it was rather silly to lock himself in his apartment with a stranger with a gun but honestly, he'd done worse before... A story for another time.
Mirza bit his bottom lip, watching Shae work on that shoulder holster and he laughed softly at the comment, "No but I like the way the chain tickles my chest. Especially when I get a good rhythm going." He could've been talking about sex or his dancing but he left the interpretation up to the Cajun. Surely he could be creative with it.
He shifted a little to sit up, scooting down towards the edge of the bed. Without any pretense he slid a hand along his partner's inner thigh, making it very clear what he wanted. Subtlety was not required with Mirza. He grinned up at Shae and said with a teasing giggle, "You're so tense. What ever for?"