In truth, Sirius doesn't particularly care what the activity is called, but he does file it away all the same, just in case it might be useful in the future. He's never participated in such a thing before, but he thinks he can see the appeal. At least for awhile; it does seem as though it'd be terribly boring after too long.

His grin widens however as Cisco continues, one eyebrow arching briefly as he glances downward. The tabletop obscures any view he might have of Cisco's lap, but the implication is likely obvious enough. "Yes, figuratively speaking," he says. "Not literally in any way?"