Omega wonders why Florida is touching his hair even as he leans into it.

"In front," he says as he moves to the bed, holding out his wrists. He's not going to let just any assassin behind him, even one who he owes two safe brothers.

He shouldn't be doing this at all. He should at least be nervous about it. But he's not. If this is what needs to happen to be accepted on the team, well. It's not so bad.