"Come on, Cisquito. Relax. You know I'm just playing." Hartley rolled his eyes, but he did let go of his hair. Frankly, the small measure of actual reluctance Cisco brought into this was a definite turn-off and warning bell and if he wasn't so very sure about him being into this too, he might have felt guilty about still being hard himself. He cleared his throat and took a step back, adjusting his glasses. "I can't let you out, but you know Cold doesn't really want to harm you. You'll be fine."