You know, if Robin knew that all it took for some intimate attention was an audience, he might have warmed up to the idea a long time ago. He doesn't care what this guy thinks of them, nor does he care when his voice stumbles at the sudden, handsy distraction.

But he does finish whatever it was he was saying, and the clerk gets paid enough that he does not roll his eyes or make any other disapproving faces in front of them. The man's exit is swift and graceful, with a professional nod on his way out.

Which is good, because Robin laughs almost as soon as the door is closed, deep and mischievous while he continues looming over Tek.

"Are you having fun?"