Dark as Cisco's skin is, Sirius can't tell if his cheeks are reddening in any way, but he's clearly flustered, stumbling over his words in a way Sirius can only describe as adorable. It's a boost to the ego as well and he sits a little more comfortably, taking another sip of his tea as he keeps his eyes on Cisco, admiring the white of his smile and thick hair. Sirius can't help but wonder what it might feel like to run his fingers through that hair.

"Yes, you said," he replies at Cisco's admission, lips twitching into a brighter smile as he licks the tea from his bottom lip. "Straight, on the rocks, or a little bent?"