[She continues watching him, raising an eyebrow when the concept just flies right over his head. Really, it was almost fun watching him piece together the puzzle of her not-so-subtle meaning. She really couldn't tell if he was actually intelligent or just an idiot. When he does reach the conclusion, she smiles, scrunching her nose a bit.]

You're almost precious. No wonder you stay out of joints like this on most days. The company would eat you alive. And no, that one wasn't an innuendo. Cisco isn't going to believe there is someone here who flusters easier than he does. At least he catches my meanings.

[She brushes a curl over her shoulder and sets the nearly empty glass down.]

Fitz, sweetie, do I need to make you another drink? I'm feeling generous tonight.