"You don't know what you're talking about, pretty boy." Snart's drawl echoed hollowly in the metallic room.

Ray gave a lopsided shrug. "I'm just saying. You're not as cold as you want everyone to think."

"I'mCaptain Cold, comes with the job title and all the lovely ice I wrack up."

"You know that's not what I mean," Ray shook his head. "I know you care."

Snart waved his hand dismissively before inspecting his cold gun nonchalantly. "I think you're projecting, Atom. You're like a damn care bear."

"We've been a team long enough to know each other better than that. Are you still trying to make us believe you're a villain?"

"What am I supposed to be, a hero?" The criminal sneered. He stepped up to the taller man with a glare. "Are you trying to redeem me?" The harsh mocking tenor of his voice chilled the space.

Ray raised his eyebrows, studying the other man. After a moment, he sighed and opined, "Maybe we should just kiss and break the tension."

Snart's face was a flurry of action. His eyebrows shot up, then cocked in thought, then furrowed. His jaw dropped, then his lips formed a tight line. He froze, then he stepped back.

"What?"

Ray smiled and raised his hands in surrender. "Forget I said it, Mr. Cold and Calculated."

Snart watched him skeptically before rolling his eyes and walking out.