"I used my wiles for hot cuddling action. He's innocent. Relatively speaking." There's that crooked grin, that easy angling of his shoulders and there's a distance there that had'nt been in his eyes before. Something calm. Gauging- no.

Calculating. She shouldn't have let him grab Delta. She should yank him out of his neck and walk away but-

"If we aren't your enemies then-"

"Hargrove. Come on, Carolina, ask me something hard." He snorts and she growls, stepping forward.

"What did you do before you came to the radio tower?"

York goes still at that. He hadn't expected it. "Huh?"