Deacon has no idea how long it's taken to get back to the car. At some point he started staring at the way Danse's pupils seemed to grow larger at the mention of that dress and before he knew it, he was on his back. His legs tingle, feeling trying to return while his heart pounds in overtime to get his circulation going. The eyes behind those dark glasses are still pupil-less, but there is a longing present that can't be denied, especially once Danse is kissing him and he's practically panting against his lips.

"Do you want me to change?" he asks, voice even more sultry in their privacy, his hands kneading over Danse's shoulders and biceps after all their hard work. "Or maybe you'd like to reacclimate yourself with the real thing, first? I'm not picky."

Deacon kisses each corner of Danse's lips, "All I want is you."