The warmth of the plating is...really kind of alluring, and for a moment, Deadlock runs his palms over the armor, with an air of triumph, but that smirk slowly fades, even as the jet's warmth kindles a matching heat in his own belly. Sexy teasing is only fun if you don't get caught up in it yourself.

Especially with the fluttering, shifting plates, seams lifting and resettling. It's like a peep show, and he stands, riveted, for a long moment, speechless. "The frag you think I can do? Not a medic." He's the guy that you need medics for.