She snorted with laughter, jerking into him as he tapped her backside. "Gentle with the goods, Robin," she teased, brushing a kiss to his lips before beginning to disentangle herself.
"If you wanted a teenage sidekick, you should have looked me up years ago," he teased, as he was well past his teens.
"Chris O'Donnell was definitely not in his teens when Val Kilmer picked him up," she pointed out with a grin, easing up from the bed to move in search of her clothing.
"But he is in the comics," he pointed out, chuckling a little at the ridiculousness of their debate. Instead of following her to his feet, he rolled onto his side and watched her go about it instead. "So, is that your favorite version then?" Of Batman, he meant.
"I'm not really that fond of Batman or any superhero, really," she admitted, apparently heedless of his watching eyes as she drew her underwear back into place. "I mean, I like the campy silliness of Batman Returns, but it's not a movie I would go out of my way to watch."
"And yet, that's not the first time you've mentioned Robin. Do you have a thing for younger men?" he asked, teasing her again, content to watch her get dressed for the moment and admire the view.
"Maybe I like the idea of getting you into tights," she countered laughingly, turning back to the bed as she hooked her bra into place. She laughed at the sight of him watching her. "Enjoying the view, huh?"
"It's like watching a striptease in reverse," he remarked with a grin. "And you are not getting me into tights, so you can just forget all about that idea," he said, rolling off the bed finally to look for his clothes.
"Never say never," she said with a wicked little grin, catching up her sweater from the cabinet where it had landed to pull it over his head.
"I will where tights are concerned," he replied, as he followed the trail of clothes around the room, collecting his own in his arms.
She patted his rear end as she passed, hopping into her jeans in the process. "Where's the ambition, huh?"
"Ambition?" he echoed, furrowing his brows in confusion. "I'm not following," he told her, unsure what ambition had to do with wearing tights, unless she wanted to make a superhero out of him.
"I'm teasing you, grumpy dude," she pointed out cheerfully, sitting on a step to pull on socks and boots. "Are you a man who gets hangry when he hasn't eaten in a while?"
"I'm not grumpy or hangry," he insisted as he started to get dressed, underwear first for obvious reasons. Boxers, to be precise. Okay, maybe he was a little bit hangry, but not much.
She chuckled quietly, watching him dress with interested eyes. "You kind of are," she pointed out in amusement. "It's kinda cute. Just lets me know I have to keep snacks on hand."
"That reminds me," he said as he climbed into his jeans. "We are getting a coffee pot. And maybe a microwave and a mini-fridge, too." Because if they were going to spend much time here, he was going to need those things to keep him going.
"You're going to Queer Eye my lair, huh?" she teased, pausing as she put her foot back to the ground to run her fingers through the tangles of her hair. "Will you do pseudo-therapy for my tortured soul, too?"
"I'm not asking you to redecorate. Just get some decent coffee," he explained as he tugged his shirt over his head. He wasn't sure how anyone could actually drink the instant stuff - it tasted terrible.
Holli was giggling as he emerged from his shirt. "I'm good with a coffee pot," she assured him. "The instant is disgusting, but it's a fast caffeine hit."
"Holli, Coke is a fast caffeine hit. Instant coffee is an insult to, well, coffee!" he said, with a faint chuckle.
"Coke isn't hot, though!" she protested in amusement. "I'm down for a coffee pot and a fridge. Why do we need a microwave down here, though?"
"Tea would be better than the instant stuff," he argued, but he definitely preferred his caffeine in the form of strong, hot coffee. "So we can make popcorn?" he said, with a teasing grin.
"What, you want a TV now, too?" she asked laughingly. "Sekrit lair, not a movie theater!" Rising to her feet, she picked up a strange contraption from the desk beside her before moving over to him. "Hold still a sec while I scan your ear."
He chuckled at her remark. "I just thought it might come in handy if we're here a while and want a quick bite. I assume you don't accept deliveries," he teased further. He gave the contraption a skeptical look. "Don't blame me if you find earwax."
"It's just a scan," she told him, rolling her eyes at him. "You literally watched me do this to get in. Now hold still." She held his chin so she had a good angle, carefully scanning the whorls of his ear and inputting the data to her system. "When you're ready, we'll do your palm."
"Yes, ma'am," he told her obediently, holding as still as he could, but unable to stop himself from reaching around to pinch her rear before she was done.
She squeaked at the pinch, snorting with laughter at her reaction. "You seem pretty attached to that end of me," she commented, tapping something into the keypad on the back of the scanner.
"What if I said I'm attached to all of you?" he countered, leaning over to take a curious peek at the scanner. "Did I pass the test?" he asked, with another smirk.
"Congratulations - you, like the rest of the population, have a unique ear," she told him, chuckling as she showed him the scanner. The readout was all in binary.
"Well, that's good, I guess," he murmured as he glanced at the scanner. He wasn't stupid but it was all Russian to him. "You're good at this tech stuff, huh?" he asked as he got started on his socks and shoes.