[ Peter needs more than a therapist – he needs to have fun. Felicia can't prescribe him that but the tension and temptation lingers as bad as that wine does on his tongue. Her reputation always preceded her, Party Hardy without a care in the world... but Peter knows her better than that. There's a reason why he abandoned his stakeout, why a lonely cat overlooking the city would be a tiny red flag. ]

Peter, I have some Coke Zero in the fridge if you're prefer that. Just means two glasses of wine. Which – kinda deadly, already, but...

[ She strings her words with a hum of amusement. His honesty about sharing and wanting something she would take makes her smile a bit more than she wanted. She pushes her hair back out of her face, acting bashful all the while – clearly, an act. ]

Well, goodness, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get on my good side.

[ But – Felicia wouldn't be drilled into the science stuff, sure but maybe her mind lingers on photography. Hm. No, it's gone before she even sneaks in a perverse flirtation.

The last few bites of avocado toast calls her name and she finishes it with a satisfying 'mmmm', leaning back with one hand propping her up. ]

It's a scam! You know your spider-sense wouldn't pick up on anything. If you were going to go all blacksuit with me again, we'd pick something better to steal. I heard they're bringing the Marie Antoinette collection to town next month...

[ She gives him a challenging gaze, waggling her eyebrows as if she was enticing him to seriously consider going baddie blacksuit with her. It was a good look, what can she say? ]