"I'm not lying to Cold. I don't want to spend a night in bondage without pay-off, that's really unsatisfying." Hartley crossed his legs and moved his fingers to test whether the flute's various bits and pieces were all working. He frowned and picked up one of his tools, using it to tighten a hidden screw. "Besides, you don't exactly look like an escape artist."

He looked up and grinned at Cisco. He couldn't really help it. "Come on. Isn't this more exciting than your usual Saturday night? I'll take a few pictures, you look cute like this."