He shot her a look that said 'you liked that, didn't you?' when she laughed at him. He reveled in her sarcasm, because he knew that she'd pay for that many times with what he'd prepared for her. She seemed engaged in him. A natural leader even without the looming violence, Cole knew when he'd drawn his audience. They were compatible, in that he thought he could manipulate her well. It was an unfortunate situation for a detective to be in. He shifted daringly toward her hand when she reached for the phone, and locked his eyes with hers to extend the intimacy as she took out the flat device.<br/><br/>Cole stayed quiet, drinking her in while she flipped through her little slip-up. He sighed in contentment when she killed the recorder and let the keys make their noise, clattering on the table toward his edge. He let them stay there for a while, like her sacrifice to her new deity. Expressive woman, showing how he'd safely nestled himself into her psyche. Petulant, looking away like that, even if this was her interrogation room. He liked her. "Actually." he started, picking up the keys. He put the cuffs and the keys back on her side when he was free. "I just want some help motivating me to keep these for you. Pictures are so heavy, and I don't wanna drop them, but if I'm not properly-- compensated, I tend not to put forth the effort."<br/><br/>He stood up and stretched. His lengthy design did make for an intimidating figure in the confined space. He moved over to her, blue eyes showering her in cold attention before he leaned back against the table, his leg brushing hers. A finger and a thumb from one hand reached to pinch her chin to turn her up toward him. He assumed there was no one behind the mirror glass on the far wall, but he didn't really care. He'd let her struggle and fight quite a bit if she thought she could get away from the touch. "And what if Fuck is exactly what I want from you?" His eyes suggested he meant it, and let her stew in that implication before he let go, dismissively flicking her chin.<br/><br/>He lifted his own to look down at her with the superiority his advantage earned him. "Some respect, Detective Grey." he implored and clucked his tongue twice, like he was calling for a slow pet. "One button for No, and two for Yes." he pressed, and meant her blouse. He'd not missed that she thought she could pick and choose which things to obey and what orders to ignore. The red details of his ink was easier to make out in their new intimacy, where it climbed the back of his right hand and swirled in the valley of the cut in his t-shirt. He seemed touched by something otherworldly, with spells on his skin, and the first icy oceans in his eyes. "The guy who I was beating on is a friend. If he doesn't hear from me in about." he picker up the phone to check the time. "five minutes your pictures will be all over the department's official group." he warned. "So how about those buttons, and maybe give us a smile while doing it, so I know we're friends, too."<br/><br/>His scent wasn't composed of any designer chemicals, it was just him, wearing the day on his skin. He smelled of confidence and other people's fates. It was private of course, and he meant for it to be. His heat leaked into her through the their touching legs. This was her place of work, her castle, and he seemed comfortable here already. He shifted his shoulders slightly, and put more weight back at the table, waiting to get what he'd asked for. It seemed he didn't mind much either way, but there was the promise of reprisals if she disobeyed. He offered her to choose between her small defiance now, or the career she'd been building all her adult life.