[ Rafa drops neatly to his knees between Cassidy's legs, hands sliding along his thighs. Liking this vantage point, he leans closer, and lifts his eyes up to Cass. He looks as innocent as he possibly can right now, but honestly, that's not saying much. ]

Papers?

I must have forgotten them in my haste. But if you need evidence...

[ One hand travels up over those shorts, fingers lightly tracing the shape of his length. Very deliberately, Rafa slides his hand inside to pull it out, before wrapping his hand around the base. He leans in, licking an experimental stripe along the length. His eyes never leave Cass. ]

On or off...I suppose I will have to try it with both to be sure.