It takes a moment for Dallas to adjust to the bright light of the facility's interrogation room. And he finds his wrists strapped tightly to the seat.

So much for not getting caught.

His eyes finally adjust and he scowls at the sight of black boots, expression growing more and more unpleasant as he trails it up. But when he meets the eyes of his interrogator— he bites back a laugh.

.. of course it's you.

He knew you had plans to go out on a solo mission— for some kind of infiltration. But who would have thought..?

Dallas watches you eye him from underneath the hat and lets out a breathless laugh. These people are a pain in the ass but.. you look great in their uniform.

"..you climbed up their ranks fast.." Dallas grunts, voice low and hoarse. He's not too loud and he maintains the sneer on his face— he knows you two are still being watched. He sees it in the way you continue to keep a fierce and stern expression.

"..already taking charge?" He mocks and you make a show of throwing various tools onto the metal table— whips, needles, chains, collars. Dallas feigns a tense expression but he isn't afraid. Not of you. He knows you'd never hurt him.

.. teasing him, however, is a completely different question.

Dallas jolts at the sudden charge of electricity from the seat he's bound to— nothing painful, just a tolerable hum but he exaggerates his reaction for the security camera.

"..damn you.." He pants out, leaning the back of his head on the seat. The whip cackles as you swing it around, walking circles around him before settling in front. Hands over his strapped wrists, you lean over until you're resting a knee on the space between his legs.

You tell him he's not gonna have a good time and Dallas had to bite down another laugh. He doubts that, not with the way your thumb is discreetly drawing circles over his skin, just out of the camera's view— plus.. he likes the way you're looking at him.

It's not everyday you two run into each other during solo missions.. why not have a bit of fun?