[absolutely the wrong way to cuff a perp. connor has analyzed a minimum of twenty-three escape routes if this were serious--determining this to be a very simple hold to get out of and incapacitate hank. but this is meant to be part of the fun too: pretending. he could snap these cuffs if he put his full effort into it, but he pulls a surprised face and tugs at the cuffs once hank leans back as if it's futile, like he's only just realized his own predicament.]

F-fuck.

[he'd done a lot of research to make his struggling as...enticing as possible. and he knows it's hit the mark when hank tells him as much. he looks up through his lashes coyly, mimicking something defiant in his eyes even though all he feels is excitement.]

Don't think you took mine away yet. Is--

[his cheeks flush slightly, lower lip quivering for just a moment before he forces himself to finish. he hadn't rehearsed this for nothing, after all. hours of footage was downloaded specifically for the moment, even though he's sure the percentage is still 50-50 on whether hank will laugh or appreciate it. there's a pointed glance downward before he makes eye contact again and bounces a brow.]

Is that a gun in your pants, Lieutenant, or are you just happy to see me?