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[ It was Callie, actually, though it's probably not unlikely that April would do the same at some point. Still blissfully oblivious, Bradbury responds with a light grin, clearly unaware of the danger. He decides to humor her, because he's a nice guy like that. ]

I don't really think I have a type. [ He knows that's not really satisfactory answer, but he shrugs. ] Not that I can tell, I mean. It's been a while since I dated anyone.

[This will be his lesson in not humoring Zatanna, then.]

Really? So, you're alone on a Thursday night and have just eaten half a pizza, drank three beers and you sit down to have a wank and you picture anything in your head?

[Lesson: don't be a nice guy. People take advantage of that.B>]

[ He'a following along with that, and he's fairly placid up until she gets to that part, and then he chokes, sputtering as his head whips around to look at her. So he can blush, and it spreads across his cheeks and along the back of his neck, even the tips of his ears faintly incandescent. ]

That's not-- we are not talking about what I jerk off to!

[She raises her hands in a defensive gesture that really doesn't seem to have any sort of shame or guilt. It's something to save face. She doesn't appear the slightest bit embarrassed by her question, slowly allowing the gesture to develop into an almost bored shrug.]

We don't have to! I'm just saying that you totally have preferences! I mean, you just admitted to jerking off to something, so you might as well tell me what you're into! [It's only going to get worse if you don't.] What are you so embarrassed about? Everyone has a type? Mine's tall, blonde, and rough-looking. Tattoos are okay, but suits are better.

[ He's getting the picture fairly quickly, so he yelps out his response before she can think of any more to inflict on him. ]

Blondes! I like blondes! And-- not the skinny model types. [ He isn't really thinking about what's she's saying, too desperate to get her off his back. ] But I'm not really picky as long as, you know, there's something to hold onto? [ His voice rises into a question in the end, perhaps realizing how bad that sounds. ]

[She was going to kiss him, but she might just keep this conversation going for the sake of entertainment. Though it is currently veering more toward second-hand embarrassment now...]

Blondes? Bah! [But at least everything else seems to fit. Might as well cut the guy some slack while she still can (assuming making out with him could be considered as such). She slips a hand over his shoulder and gives his collar a harsh tug -- quickly, so there's no time for him to react when she shifts to the tips of her toes and tilts her head up to press her lips against his.

WELP.]

[ And really, how was he supposed to expect this as a follow up? If he was still talking, he'd be cut off pretty quickly, but as he's fallen silent, the only noise he makes is a huff of surprised breath through his nose when Zatanna yanks him in. Instinct kicks in, and he compensates for the pull other weight by resting his hands on her waist to keep them from over balancing.

A W K W A R D.

What the hell is he supposed to do now? It takes him half a beat to make a decision, and then he thinks, fuck it and sets his hand more firmly at the small of her back and dips her backwards. If they're doing this, might as well do it properly. ]

[See! Doesn't know her as well as he thought he was getting to, now, does he? It isn't always a bad thing, though she knows that she can be rather frustrating at times.

And Zee considers it pretty successful since he didn't push her away or worse. She decides to test the waters and shuffle closer to give her hips a light press against his. There's a fine line between flirting with the promise of more and being lewd and lacking true temptation (or, skanky, if you'd rather). There's no grinding action goin' on here, alas.

Finally, she lets go of his collar to grab a hold of his shoulder and maybe, just maybe, she kicks a foot up and lets her toes curl. Man, when she really puts effort into it? She knows how to pick 'em.

Her lips part midway through, but she doesn't invite anything rough or passionate for the moment. Instead, she rides it out on the sweet and thoughtful wave, eventually parting just far enough to look at him and to raise a hand and give his cheek a light tap-tap-tap.]

Black hair.

[ He doesn't push for anything more, either; it's a rather tame, classic sort of kiss, where more of the action is in the sweeping off bit than attempting to play tonsil hockey. That doesn't stop him from murmuring, when she pulls back. ]

Can't tell when you're not looking.

[ Because of course his eyes are closed. This is a movie kiss. He opens them after a moment, or one of them, at least, before he rights them both, straightening and maybe patting at himself a little self-consciously. After that, he kinda feels the need for a smoke, if only to deal with the confusion. ][ He sounds a little plaintive. He suspects he's being messed with, as usual. ]

[She's rather pleased with herself right now and it shows in her expression. She looks like that cat that ate the canary, smarmy and self-satisfied. It's kind of cute, assuming that the reason behind the look isn't going to be she'll eat her present company alive.

Of course, he might like that...]

Spoil-sport. [She absently straightens her top hat and takes a step back to offer him up his personal space which she'd been intruding mere moments ago.] I'd like to think that I'm worth looking at.