She held on to what she could, looking anywhere but where he wanted until he made her. It was still a good start. She would have rather thrown him in a cell and perhaps messed him up on the way. Her eyes were full of vengeance when he held her up for his own inspection. While the expression was impressive, it was much like holding a halted explosion in your hand, since he knew she couldn't do anything. Life in law was rarely about the good fight as much as it was about your ego and circumventing the egos of others. She'd never let those pictures out, not after she'd gotten this far.<br/><br/>She seemed all too grateful to be given her little freedom back, and spent it quickly on looking back at the wall. He waited patiently until she made the only possible decision, and agreed with him. Such an unpleasant tone. He liked it. "Ah, look at that." he whispered to accompany the death of her two buttons, and the reveal of her neck. Not that her unflattering clothing fell apart dramatically. The blush was pretty though, and it gave her stern exterior a touch of life that reminded him how human she was under her tightly held social armor.<br/><br/>"Wouldn't that be great, if this little was enough?" he posed when she hoped he was content. To make things clearer he shook his head, and then stroked his fingers through his hair to put it back into place. He gasped quietly when she pleaded. The strain on her pride was clear on her syllables. His hand quickly came out to stop hers when she tried to squeeze her collar shut. He slapped her fingers away and then let himself put his palm around her throat. If she thought to protest he tsk-ed, and took up the phone with his other hand.<br/><br/>"I'll talk to him." Cole offered and slid his hand down her blouse through the widened hole she'd created while his other played over the little screen. His eyes looked at her expectantly as his hand moved deeper into her clothes. There was an answer and his lips pursed to Hush her as though her physical protest would compromise his ability to call off his partner. "Yeah, yo." he started, fingers past her collarbone and inching lower toward what her really wanted. He was sure she'd be blushing deeper now.<br/><br/>"I don't know yet. She's being a bit stand offish. No, actually, she's being a bit of a bitch. I might have to have you send them anyway." he said into the phone, to see if that helped in convincing her to let his hand roam wherever it wanted. He grinned and winked at her as his touch aimed to see what kind of bra she was wearing, and then to push that cup lower to scoop out her tit, sill inside her shirt. He held the phone to his shoulder and looked at her, even as his forearm was mostly inside her blouse. "Did you want me to say hello for you?" he teased, and if she tried to answer, he'd pinch her nipple to see if that made it harder for her to speak.