[Now Darlene gives him her attention, eyes narrowed. Reassessing. Stepping closer gets her guard up, and it was pretty good and up to begin with. Her fingers still in what they were doing. There is something close to predatory in the way her mind works through this, weighing risks, sizing him up.

He has something moving under the surface, just like her. That means don't trust, but come on.]

I'd say I have a pretty good chance at fucking a lot up. With the right access.

[Prone to overplaying her hand, prone to jumping forward--well, Darlene does just that: jumps in. She looks like she's being cautious, and she is. But she's interested. One foot in the pool.]

What kind of access can you get me, and what kind of more are you looking for.