Ray's breath catches for a moment when a hand slides under his shirt, the first brush of skin against skin. It sounds best, really... "Who am I to argue with that?"

Well, maybe if he was in any way feeling sensible or suspicious of the sudden urge to get up close and personal with an former Legend... but he wasn't. The tent was nice and cozy, Snart was here and alive, and touching him in ways that left his skin almost tingling. His own hands slide down to tug at the other's shirt, eager to get underneath it.

"You sure?"