Cisco's mouth drops open before he can stop himself, his eyes going a little wide at what he thinks (hopes?) is an implication of sex. He shakes it off quickly as snaps his mouth shut, offering what he hopes is something close to an attractive smile.

"I think you're talking about putt-putt golf," he says, mentally rolling his eyes at himself for landing on that instead of something else. "There are worse first date ideas, though," he goes on, because he might as well. "I've had some doozies. But, uh. Athletic," he adds with a soft, deep laugh. "I could be up for something like that. Figuratively speaking," he adds, his voice breaking in a way that isn't sexy at all.