[He could feel Barry's gaze on him and he had to shove down the slightly ill feeling that presented itself.]

And what, exactly, would we do at these meetings of yours?

Share tea? Perhaps a couple cookies and a handful of kisses to keep you satisfied.

[Like Barry ever seemed to be satisfied. It was like he was the demon's drug and, on some level, he wished he could flush himself away so Barry couldn't get another fix.]