Shego dithered for a moment and then knelt at his side rather than straddle his legs; she rubbed her hands together for a few moments before sliding them over his back. This was all registering as faintly surreal (although not by Barge standards) but if he was okay with it then she was as well. At least she'd know about it immediately if he tensed up.

"Maybe it's a market research thing. Like, 'smell this and tell us what it reminds you of'."