Whatever Connor would like to argue, Hartley was certain that he'd win. His smile might have been open for a few moments, but as he kept looking up at him, there was something a bit more wicked, making for a darker look in his eyes. He didn't need more proof to be sure of the eagerness, but he wasn't going to feel any shame over relaxing his hand, still hooked in that belt-loop. Knuckles brushing lower this way and if he had needed it, that was plenty of hard evidence.

"What you're saying is that you'll do what I want regardless of what's in store for you, correct?" Hartley lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. "What I want now is lunch and for you to keep wondering."