Wait, did he just say he knows someone who actually bathes in the blood of the innocent?

Barry ignores that for the pointed look Snart is giving him, then huffs and folds his arms. "Shut up, Snart. You know you're handsome. It's the only way you pull off swanning around with that big cold gun of yours."

Or rather, STAR Labs' cold gun, that Snart had commandeered. "I'm not hitting on you," he insists, thought the words leave a strange aftertaste in his mouth. They're both here - literally - to have sex. Except...for Barry it's rarely just sex, especially if he knows the other person. He's not sure he's ready to open that door with Snart. "I just. Have eyes."