"Just ninety-seven?" Robin smirked, eyes locked on Sasan's with intensity that seemed to be better suited for other, less clothed pursuits. "Oh, sweet Sasan, I'm afraid your education seems to be lacking." The puck took a step forward, liquid grace as he moved closer. "We'll have to fix that."

He'd gone slightly casual (http://www.suavecito.com/images/Suits/CalvinKlein/calvinklein2.jpg) today, and he smoothed the line of his jacket, not at all drawing attention to his washboard stomach and then on down to more intriguing parts of his anatomy. "Tell me, Sasan," Robin rolled that name around on his tongue until it became something purely sexual and obscene. "Mind if I try?" A beat, and then he smiled. "The sunglasses."

A few other things as well, if his tone of voice was anything to go by.