She watches the muscles move underneath the touch of her fingers, smiling still and mildly curious as her fingernails lightly drag downwards. They stop once they hit the beginning of fabric, then move up again to trace more imaginary patterns onto his stomach instead. If Blaine had allowed her more time to experiment, she may very well have put two and two together and have become suspicious of possible ticklishness; but his hand slipping between her legs is distracting enough to get her off of that trail. Therefore, his little secret is safe - for now. Apollo shifts her thighs a bit to accommodate his hand better, immediately purring when she feels his thumb against her.

What were they even talking about? It isn't important enough for her to remember, apparently, and she's preoccupying herself with slowly draping her body over his instead. One hand runs quickly up and across his torso until it's gliding over his shoulder and snaking around the back of his neck, while the other rests low on his stomach, fingers toying with the waist of his boxers.

"Let's go shoot stuff. Well, y'know. After."

She offers no specifics here, but it's not exactly hard to figure out what she's thinking.