The options for her teammates were largely a lot less tasteful. (Annie was going to have questions when she saw the Maeve-themed dildo.)

"Lazy name," Annie agreed, scooting a little closer to him on the bed -- his enthusiasm was helping, and she wasn't quite as timid as she'd been with the handcuffs, but there was still a little undercurrent of what if I somehow do this wrong-flavored insecurity. "It's kind of...cute?"

It was much less intimidating than a lot of what she'd seen at that party in February, anyway.