[The tickle of the feather accomplishes exactly what Baptiste wants: the other's attention once more. There is a satisfied smile that forms as he watches Ali rub at his chin.]

Yeah! Sort of like a match strike - but fine enough that someone touching the gloves wouldn't necessarily notice. [It was a fascinating invention. Not of his own making - instead the tinkerer of their troupe, Geronimo, had designed them just for 'fun.' It had been such a labor of love from her that Baptiste would have to find the-

Wait. The scavenger hunt? Confusion crosses the blonde's features before he is looking to his watch. He taps at the screen and after reading a few words simply pushes the screen towards Ali so that he could see the very different set of conditons Baptiste had received.]

Um. Wait. There are different ones? You're saying I got picked for this one specifically? [He looked like the kind of guy who had to coerce others to fill a cup with cum?! That's the impression he gave this pla-.... Okay, well maybe some questions were better left unanswered.]

[With that thought, Baptiste lets out a chuckle that could almost be construed as sheepish. The closest the man ever got to it, at least.] Well, I mean... I could keep them and trade them with someone, but you'd be doing something a bit different if you want to help me out.