Sirius can't imagine how that particular conversation might have gone down, if the Barry he met already made that leap or if he's still harboring the secret. In truth, he isn't too bothered either way; merely curious. It's been some time since he last ran into Barry and it's not as though they're anything more than fond acquaintances.

"Ah, but why would a margarita be uncreative?" Sirius asks, genuinely curious as he sits up a little straighter. "I haven't had the best experiences with tequila myself or--" He cuts himself off with a laugh a shake of his head. "I should say I've had very good experiences with tequila, but also many regrets the following mornings. I suppose it's a give and take sort of thing. Which is to say, I'd think it'd be an honor to have ones name linked to such a thing, don't you?"

Grinning, he takes another sip of his tea then lets out a soft, inquisitive sound. "But what sort of name is the question. Would it simply be called The Cisco?"