"I'm sure she's not into you, But you seem to be into her." Hartley smiled and raised his eyebrows. "You're actually claustrophobic. You lock people in here without a trial and no comforts whatsoever and you are claustrophobic yourself. That's rich."

While he leaned his head back against the wall and pulled his knees up to his chest, he looked at Cisco with open amusement. "Oh, I'm very kinky. But someone has to be able to sell the part and you just fall short. Not a height joke, it's more tied to personality."

Speaking of. "Deep breaths, Cisquito. You're going to hyperventilate."