Watching him shake his head and swoop off, Felicia smirked in pride and satisfaction. One befuddled, spandexed superhero after a kiss and rather well behaved round in his lap. Yup, she's still had it, she decided as she sauntered off with a bounce to her step. Actually, if she could coax him off his righteous snit, she might be able show a thing or two she learned during her sabbatical...
As per his request, she didn't steal anything else the rest of the evening. Not that she had planned to, but it'd make him feel better to hear it. As it got to eleven, Felicia surfaced in the eastern dockyards, bag in hand. She crouched on the rooftop of the dock's crate house, peering down through a sunlight at half a dozen men milling around. She hoped he got here soon, they were looking impatient.