Stein reached up, and adjusted the screw lodged into his temple. The still-burning cigarette hanging out of his mouth somehow managed to stay there when she leaned forward like that. He took a moment to look over her incredibly sexy outfit from behind his glasses, but if it had any effect on him, he was as good at showing it as ever.

"Risk?" he asked. He thought the point of doing this at all was for fun. Why would there be a risk?

"I could," he stated, leaning his chest against the back of the chair, even with her face just inches from his own. "But maybe you should 'convince' me to do so first." He shouldn't have to spell out what he meant by that.