You're a detective in dimly lit room, sat across a suspected art theif, how ironic, it's your ex, poised for interrogation. You gaze at the suspect's hands as he fiddles with them, "Nervous?" He asks, you reply, "No, it's just really annoying."

"My hands trouble you? No, they don't cause harm, they just make women feel good." He teases as you scoff, "Am I supposed to believe your silly remark?"

He smirks as he points to the door. "Wanna lock the door so I can show you?.."