Nic was in the shower. Apparently he hadn't thought Laurel would come back so quickly.

Surprisingly, Laurel seemed to have a dirty thought for a moment. Then she looked shocked at herself and set the coffee down on Nic's desk before shaking her head as if to clear her mind. She then pulled out the next shirt that needed mending and started on it.

A few minutes later he got out. He almost walked out in his boxers like before, but smelled the coffee and realized Laurel was there. "... Could you grab a shirt and some pants?" he asked awkwardly through the door.

Laurel got up to get them but stopped, "Hmm..." she mused loudly for a moment, "No, I don't think I will." she stated pleasantly in a teasing voice.

There was a long pause. "... Please?" Nic tried.

"What'll you give me if I do?" Laurel continued to tease, she sounded close to the door now.

"... I don't know..." Nic replied, not sure how Laurel was expecting this to turn out.

Laurel paused for a moment, "I'll bring you clothes if you agree to have dinner with me tonight." she decided.

"... I thought you wanted a date tonight," Nic replied.

"You said you didn't have time." Laurel retorted, a little confused.

"... You said you wanted a date," Nic replied, also confused.

"Well... yes, I want a date." Laurel said quietly, "But I understand if you're busy." she added though the tinge of disappointment was pretty clear to Nic.

"I said, whatever you want, just ask," Nic told her.

Laurel blinked though he couldn't see. "... Right." she replied quietly before going over to pick out some clothing for him. When she came back she opened the door slightly and handed over some pants and a shirt without looking, "Hey Nic," she asked as she held his clothes out, "If I wanted you to kill someone for me, would you do it?"

Nic took the clothes and closed the door slowly, not replying.

Laurel nodded to herself before going back and sitting on the couch.