There's something curious in the way Cisco stops himself mid-sentence, though Sirius responds only with an arch of his brows. As far as he's found, everyone in this place has their secrets and he certainly can't say he doesn't have his own. He won't pry.
At least not yet.
Instead, he only grins a little and cocks his head, his hair falling over his eyes briefly. "Would you?" he says, voice low and frankly flirtatious. Some of it is intention and some of it Sirius will insist is purely instinct. He's long enjoyed getting a bit of a rise out of people, particularly those who look at him the way Cisco has been. "Dry or on the rocks?"
no subject
At least not yet.
Instead, he only grins a little and cocks his head, his hair falling over his eyes briefly. "Would you?" he says, voice low and frankly flirtatious. Some of it is intention and some of it Sirius will insist is purely instinct. He's long enjoyed getting a bit of a rise out of people, particularly those who look at him the way Cisco has been. "Dry or on the rocks?"