Cisco smiles at first, when Matt comments about the voice dailing and the slip of his fingers, but then Matt goes on and Cisco's expression shifts, completely blindsided (no pun intended) by the way Matt calls him remarkable. Normally he'd make a joke of it, looking over his shoulder for the person Matt really meant to compliment, but Matt can't see his reaction, meaning Cisco doesn't have to do that here.

Matt really seems to like him, and it's such a bizarre position for him to be in, to be liked so effortlessly, to not have to prove himself somehow first, that Cisco doesn't know what to do. He's sure a lot of the reason for that is that Matt can't see him, can't make judgements about what he looks like, how he dresses, or carries himself. Matt doesn't even know his last name, so unless he's made the connection that Cisco is likely short for Francisco, he probably doesn't even realize Cisco's a latino.

"It's okay," Cisco finally manages to say. "I mean, it was okay, what you said," he adds, actively fighting the urge to tell Matt all the reasons why he's not remarkable at all. "I just, compliments... I'm not very good at them," he explains with a huff of a laugh. "What I mean to say is thank you. For saying what you did."

Now he's feeling more than a little embarrassed, and he clears his throat. "So, uh, what're you into?" he asks, his face burning even hotter when he realizes what he's said. "I mean, like, beer wise," he hurries to amend.