[Jacinto Residence] Heart Shaped Box

Felicia Hardy reconsiders her choice a total of three times. The first time is when she's crawling out of her penthouse window and out into the chilly night. She reasons that she could always back out a second time if the job isn't worth it. Matias seemed all too willing to leave her with options.

Black Cat rethinks her choice for a second time as she stands a little ways away from his home. She's so used to working for herself these days. More so since she's been inching closer and closer to a more neutral ground. It's easier to know when you're hitting a worthy target when you've done the research yourself. Mr. Jacinto had seemed passionate about right and wrong.

The thief thinks over her options for the final time as she perches just outside his bedroom window. Though, this time it is different than the last. Where her doubt had made her reconsider, it is now the scene unfolding before her that makes her think again.

She holds her breath as she watches the man in the bed across the room from her sit up, a snarl clear on his face. Felicia had been so certain not to set off any alarms and to be silent. He's sliding out of bed when she realizes that she needs to make herself known before he finds her.

Felicia pulls back her hand and knocks quietly at the window with her knuckles. The muscles in her body are tense as she waits, looking for all the world like she is prepared to run at a moment's notice. "Please don't bite me," she murmurs to herself while fighting to put a polite smile on her face with mixed results.

Felicia's eyes dip as he stands up, head tilting a bit as she takes in his form. He's certainly bulkier than she would expect for a rich man. Attractive to boot. She waits as he talks, moving closer to the window, but not opening it.

She huffs a bit, trying not to smile at the dramatics of him talking through the glass at her. Felicia leans forward to breathe on the window and draws a little heart with one finger.

"I was going to say I wanted to talk further about that job, but-" She glances him up and down just once, eyes heavy. "I'm sure we can work something else out."

Her lower lip is caught between her teeth as he tells her to use her words, and she suddenly wishes she had worn her more revealing outfit. As it is, she's dressed properly for a job in an all-black suit. Felicia smirks happily enough as she speaks in a lower tone to match his gravel-filled one.

"I may be a bit overdressed for it, but I'm sure we can fix that. You know, you're far more attractive in this outfit. You should wear it more often." Felicia shakes her head a bit before she lifts her eyes to meet his again.

When he mentions work, she lifts her shoulder in a slow shrug. "Curiosity got the best of me. You offered work and I didn't ask nearly enough questions last time." Felicia hums low in her throat as she considers his words, eyes dragged back to his strong shoulders.

"A legit job and a less legit one. Interesting that you'd offer either," she trails off for a moment. It's clear she has two things on her mind and only one is the job offer. "Tell me about the coin purse option, Papi~"

She doesn't bother to school her expression as he mentions sleeping in more clothing, mouth twisting into a pout. "But that would make these late-night meetings so much less fun. I quite prefer this."

A small part of Cat is relieved that the window is still between them. It adds a layer of safety and also a layer of intrigue. However, she is no threat to him, so she is curious as to why the window remains.

At his question, she nods once, and that part of her that makes her such an excellent burglar spins to life. Her gaze is a touch calculating as she tries to leap ahead to what Matias is getting at. She hasn't tried to steal from Luthor before, but she'd be a liar if she said she hadn't considered it.

"You gonna keep me out in the cold," she says just as quietly as he had, though her tone is still teasing. She raises one hand to tap lightly at the glass again, not unlike a pet left in the cold. "It's quite lonely out here and it looks so much warmer in there. Better to have nothing between us, no?"

Cat blinks in surprise as he leans forward, kissing the window. A very pleased little smirk pulls across her lips as she realizes that it's a mirror of her heart. Yeah, even if the jobs dried up, she could see herself coming back just for this. Not many knew how to flirt anymore.

"Mmm, depends on how well you feed me." Felicia teases lightly as she watches him unlock the window before lifting it. It does not escape her notice that he doesn't move away from the window despite the verbal and nonverbal invitation.

Not one to back down so easily, Felicia shifts where she rests on the windowsill and slowly lowers a leg between Matias and the window. One hand comes up to rest on the underside of the window as she slips her other leg inside. All the while, those grey eyes are pinned to his gaze.

"Do you hold all your discussions in your bedroom or am I just an exception?" She brushes her hair over her shoulder, mindful to keep it where he can't grab it easily. "Are you keeping so close because I said I was cold? How, gentlemanly of you."

Her hand is delicate where it rests on his shoulder. She's quickly discovering that she quite likes that rumbling in his chest just a bit too much. She'll have to be careful moving forward because even she can see the danger that really lies here. The one that is almost overshadowed by how easily it would be for him to choke the life from her.

"I don't suppose you know how to make arepas, hm, Papi?" If he's going to offer her food, she may as well ask for something warm and gooey. While she may have teased about the weather, she hadn't lied about being cold.

"My, you must not have very interesting discussions if the best were in your bedroom. I often find the bedroom only good for begging rather than talking." Her body stays soft under his hands as they search for what is not there. Felicia pouts up at him just a bit, noticing their size difference for the first time this night. "Now, what could I possibly gain by making you angry at me? I didn't enjoy it one bit the first time and I have no plans at all to let it happen a second time."

The hand on his shoulder slides down to rest on his chest and Cat does her best to move forward, guiding him back. "What are the job details?"

"I do prefer to hear it from others," Felicia replies with a proud tilt to her lips. It seems that not all of their tastes align or perhaps she just needs to be broken down first. Those curious eyes turn to the halls of his home as he steps away and leads her out of his bedroom. Felicia follows along as if she doesn't know exactly where his kitchen is from his bedroom already.

"You speak as if you weren't already forgiven. More so when you decided to stay in such a lovely state of dress." Her smile is loud in her words and he can see it there before he turns back around. "I believe the best course of action for both of us is to remain in good graces, no?"

She grows quiet as Matias goes over his monologue about what kind of person Luther is as if he thinks she may require further persuasion or if he just can't help himself. Whichever it is, it is entirely unneeded in her book. When Rothko leaves his lips, Cat's full attention is focused on him.

"Oh, I am sure she'll know how to ruin him over it," Felicia says, eyes tracing over Matias' calves and up to his thighs. Those boxers are a blessing. Her voice sounds distracted even as she asks, "I don't suppose you know the location of this painting. Any idea of the security or the timeline of this trade-off between people richer than I am?"

"Any and all information you have could mean the difference between failure and success. But I'm sure you already know that, Major Jacinto."