Extremely clinical and specific doesn't really do it for her, but you know what does?

Harrow's warm breath and warmer lips close to her ear.

Harrow's quiet, confidential voice whispering something only for her to hear.

Harrow taking up the slack of a joke and hauling on it for all she's worth.

Harrow.

It all but shoves Gideon off the barstool, even as she reaches for Harrow's wrist to pull her up too. "You really know how to rev my engines," she says, and drags Harrow close enough nearly to kiss.

"How about we go upstairs and you put your money where your mouth is?"