[Barclay wraps an arm around her waist and kisses her back, breathing gently across her cheek. The cab driver gives them a bit of a look in the rearview-- she should definitely be wearing a seatbelt, but he was tipped very handsomely and there aren't too many vehicles around at the noon hour. He isn't going to say anything. It'll be fine.

Barclay is somewhat less confident, but you wouldn't be able to tell, from the way he draws a tiny circle around her elbow with his forefinger, then tugs her to get her attention. With his other hand, he holds up something he'd had hidden on the seat beside him in the moment before then: a blindfold, sleek and black.]

Do you reckon you'd be able to rock this one? Fifteen minutes. That's all. Which rules out entendre, before you try to make some mischief at the expense of my manhood. [WE'LL DO WHISKY DICK LATER THO]