And at that moment, something ticks in the back of Locus's head. Something remembered, and he smirks faintly before lowering his head, lips playing over the back of Delta's fingers. Finding the button is easy, but teasing it open takes an admirable amount of skill. Taylor had been more clever and agile about it, but Locus is slow, purposeful.

Teeth and tongue manage to work one button open, before sinking down to the next, with a brief glance upwards to catch the look on Delta's face.