Stroking his hand down along the lapel he'd just straightened, Wilson gave Phale's collar a quick neatening...really it was just a good excuse to get his fingers up against the man's throat.

"Mmmm, I think I'd like to see you try it. Calling my bluff that is." Wilson replied archly, dark eyes positively dancing with mischief and perhaps hints of something a little hotter, a touch more explosive.