Owner	Pose
Kano	The knock is loud. It's also to a sharp teasing rhythm, the 'shave and a haircut' special knock at the door of the brownstone. The visitor may appear to be alone on the front stoop, but the group of cars down by the street itself make that otherwise. Kano doesn't just show up places without some sort of escape route if things turn pear-shaped. Even if he's expecting another shape altogether.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia was not expecting guests. As such, she's still in her catsuit and mask from the night's events. A quick check of her security cameras, however, indicates a familiar form. How...exactly did Kano find her? Still masked, she opens the door cautiously. Has something gone wrong with the emeralds? Is he here to kill her? She leans against the edge of the door with a flirtatious smile. "Well, hello Handsome."
Kano	Kano leans forward, easy, into the doorway, resting one forearm up against the doorframe to one side, comfortably and deliberately filling much of the doorway and grinning down at her in his semi-smirking manner. "Heard you were home from a little birdy. Glad that's accurate. Hey, babe," Kano greets, looking at her with a slightly narrowed gaze from his non-robotic eye.     If he's here to kill her or just mess with her or something else, he's not wearing much indication either way. Perhaps the uncertainty and making people wonder is part of his fun. Because he definitely seems to be having fun.
Felicia Hardy	"Sounds like I need to take out a little birdy, if it's giving out directions. At least it's just you, this time." Cat glances back into the living room and again up at Kano, leaning in to whisper against his lips. "Wanna come in?" With that, she opens the door a little wider in invitation.
Kano	"'Jus' me'?" Kano echoes, with a smirked short bark of a laugh. "Ain't I enough?" Kano asks, and smiles against her whisper. He doesn't reply, but does come directly in, snaring the door with a relaxed offhanded gesture of hand to flip it shut behind him. Kano's dressed simply today, snug military pants with a few weapon holsters: looks like one handgun, and an array of knives at upper back. If he came to murder, he's well equipped to do it. He actually draws the gun suddenly, flips it in his fingers, and sets it aside near the door, watching her face. The silent message is that he's not here to shoot her. Whether that goes for all the knives is different, but there's that. "You workin'?" Kano asks with a jerk of chin at her costume.
Felicia Hardy	Cat unintentionally flinches when he draws his gun, but recovers quickly. "Well, just you as opposed to someone who wants to do bad things to me, yeah," Cat smiles. "Always workin', one way or another..." She sidles up, a little more at ease, and leans into him. "And to what so I owe this pleasure?"
Kano	Kano pulls on her near arm sleekly as she moves to lean in, his martial arts skill pulled into use to spin her around with her own mild little momentum to put her back and shoulder towards his chest. Aikido partially, in this case. No harm, just to see if he can knock her off her game. He leans his head in to her cheek. His robotic side is close, the shiny metal faceplate right there. "Just thinkin' about you. Decided to see you." And Kano does as he pleases. And possibly just for shock value, he attempts to lick her cheek.
Felicia Hardy	Cat doesn't resist. Fighting back doesn't seem entirely necessary, and might even be a bad idea. She tenses a little against him, though, and swallows hard as he licks her cheek. "Well that's funny, I was thinking of you, too." She was. She just didn't expect him to appear. Next time she'll think of Kano and a big sack of money.
Kano	"Good, den we're on the same think." If he was testing her, she probably passed. Kano grins, resting his forearm around her, fingers splaying against the side of her hip. "I'm bein' all forward. Guess I should get the /tour/ huh, see what you might want ter show me," Kano asks, with a buck of head to her home, and releases her - at least enough to where she could slip free if she wanted without much effort.
Felicia Hardy	There's nothing much about Kano that frightens Cat. But everything about him is potentially frightening. Not the least if which is finding her home without so much as her real name. But there's something about him, too, that's intriguing. Even enticing. As he holds her, she relaxes and presses a kiss against his shoulder. "Sure, c'mon. I'll show ya..." And she takes him by the forearm as she leads him room by room through the downstairs. The kitchen. The study. The living room. And down to the game room in the basement, where the bar resides. "Like a drink?" she asks as she turns back to face him by the bar.
Kano	If there was any food left out in the kitchen -- like fruit in a bowl-- Kano stirred it around but didn't actually have any. He touches things as the tour goes on: banisters, various artwork or sculptures that might be out. He'll go near mantles and look at things in a tactile way, and put them back incorrectly. "I /am/ the tall drink in dis room," Kano snickers. He's aloof about the game room, though he does cross and pick up a billiard ball.
Felicia Hardy	"The you are," Cat purrs with a little smile, the blue of her eyes stirring with a greenish sparkle. "I guess all that's left is upstairs."
Kano	"Jus' as well. I /kill/ at pool," Kano says with confidence, sliding the ball back into place and coming over towards her. "But yer not afraid. I can tell. I like a little spine."
Felicia Hardy	He probably /does/ kill at pool. And various other things. But if he wanted to kill her, she'd know it by now. "Nah, I'm not afraid. C'mere..." She moves back toward him with an inviting little grin. "I'll show ya how not afraid I am."
Kano	"I can figure out what gets to ya," Kano assures her with a possibly unsettling little narrowed look. "Is it that?" Kano asks, stepping up to flip a finger along the edge of her mask when she moves towards him. "Don't matter to me, I like the mystery fine."
Felicia Hardy	Cat shivers when he touches her mask, but through sheer will, she manages not to flinch away. "I prefer it to the alternative." But she doesn't stop him. "I figure if there comes a time you want to know what's beneath, I won't stop you. Even if I could." She gives him a playful smirk, and leans in closer to whisper. "Kiss kiss." And she does so, fiercely.
Kano	Kiss kiss is welcome. And then a swat to her lower back, maybe a little lower, a light push. "What's that 'ternative? Havin' your mask permanently part o' your skull?" Kano snickers, lifting his own hand to tap his fingers on his Phantom of the Opera issue. "Better'n havin' a hole in my skull, tell ya that. Been there, done it, not so pretty."
Felicia Hardy	"The alternative is to be without it." For the first time, Cat seems to realize the circumstances which would have led to each of his cybernetic parts. She had accepted them as a part of him, but never thought of them as consequences. Until now. She lightly touches the ones that she can see with her fingertips, and slides her hand down over the one in his chest, through his shirt. The sound it makes begins to make more and more sense. Her hand lingers there, as she searches his face. "Here too?"
Kano	"Didn't have a good eye there, or some skull. Pretty required," Kano laughs as she indicates the big one on his face. She gets to the chest, though, and he shrugs back his coat, hand coming in to press her hand firmly against the strange port over his heart. "This one? Nah, just upgrade. Nobody break m'heart," Kano jokes.
Felicia Hardy	"Well, aren't YOU the lucky one?" she asks him ironically. Cat's words are deliberate and hushed, almost as if in reverence. "Is it still there? Or replaced?" She can feel the tangible energy it exerts as he presses her hand against it.
Kano	"So curious, cat," Kano chuckles a little, but isn't really offended. Or if he is, he masks it. He hasn't really shown her any emotion other than a sort of assholey, barbed amusement. "Replaced. Got a whole upgrade: stamina, the works. Gonna arm wrestle Captain America someday 'n win," Kano brags. "Or just melt his face off. We'll see 'bout the circumstances, hah."
Felicia Hardy	"Oh sounds exciting. Can I watch?" Cat grins, sliding a hand up to his bicep and giving it a squeeze. "I bet you could take 'im." Then, Cat pauses thoughtfully. "I guess you're not on the same side, hmm?" She has always assumed that Kano was definitely on the dark side of the law, but there are a million grey areas there. Clearly, as she dances that line herself.
Kano	"Most shiny heroes object to gun trafficking and assassination," Kano says, giving her a dubious look. "And thievery. And murder for fun. And racketeering." It's like the grocery list of bad things. "I'm a crime lord. I mean. Are you kidding?" Kano asks, with a sharp snicker and laugh. "So much more fun to be bad. Really. Rollin' in the money is the place to /be/. Clearly you agree, kitten." Kano rolls his tongue inside his cheek and gives her a flirty push. "Keep on w' the tour, huh?" Suggestive.
Felicia Hardy	"You got it handsome," Cat bites her lip and leads him back up to the kitchen, then around to the stairs. Up the stairs, making sure the view from behind her is /just/ right. "Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom," Cat says, gesturing to the three doors along one side. "This one's mine." She opens the door into the master bedroom, which is spacious and tasteful. At least what one sees on first glance is tasteful. The rest is up for discovery.
Kano	Kano follows, and gets exposed to the view she wants him to look at. "Aren't they /all/ yours? I go wherever t' hell I want in my places and sleep wherever the hell I want," Kano replies. "If there's sleepin'." He grins at her a little bit, physically blocking that doorway, and then moves to shrug off his coat, dumping it onto a chair, as if he expects to stay a while longer. He probably does. He pushes the door shut.