[ Dick might correct himself, but Wash feels like that first thing was probably accurate. He doesn't correct him though, just watches him carefully -- and it's clear its genuine. He inclines his head slightly, an acknowledgement. ]

Alright.

[ That had genuinely been the main reason he'd been cautious, stayed away. It's one thing to have a brief if intense encounter with months of fake memories spanning back to support it, it's another to have someone just know you completely (at least physically) as a result of a sexual history that isn't actually real. But that clearly isn't an issue. Someone comes by with their coffee, and Wash gives his hand a light squeeze before he pulls back, settling in his chair. A moment to thank the waitstaff, polite, and then back to Dick, just as focused as before. ]

You've mentioned being on your knees for me a few times, now, but I feel like you've got some expectations of your own. [ he takes a sip from his coffee. his tone is light -- he doesn't mean for it to be reprimanding, if anything there's a slight hint of amusement there. ] You've been looking for me, and I'm here.

So what do you want from me, Richard?

[ Want, or need. If what Dick wants is more of the same, a relative stranger to sweep in and take control for a while, Wash can do that. If he wants different, Wash might be able to do that too, but he'd like to know what it is: in his own words. ]