[This is definitely the kind of night that Vasquez didn't entirely plan for, but it's not like he can complain. His breath is short, but his eyes are alight with possibility as he drags her legs around him to hold on tighter, rocking his hips against the dress in a move that shows that he very much would prefer to be doing something else.]

Outside, then. Is outside really going to be better? I don't know about you, but I don't usually get off from people watching.

[Not lately, when he's paranoid about who those eyes might belong to. Not to mention, Faraday is around the city somewhere and the last thing he needs right now is that teasing coming from him, but outside is still better than having to stop. Especially when he's so close to having a very pressing problem in his pants.]