Cisco laughs, and he figures it's probably a good sign that Hartley's using innuendo already, even if it is about Barry. "No, not literally," he says with a chuckle. "I don't think I'm Barry's type," he adds, his eyes moving over Hartley's face, noticing the way Hartley's eyes sparkle and his lips curve just a bit into a soft smile. God, Hartley's beautiful, and it feels so nice to be able to look at him and not have to worry about how long he's staring. Hartley's lips look so soft and kissable, his skin so smooth and touchable, and Cisco lets himself hope a little wistfully that he'll get to put at least one of those things to the test before the night is over.

"Not to mention there's someone else I'd much rather do that kind of thing with," he says, biting his lip as he finishes, hoping Hartley won't mind the insinuation he's making. Hartley already knows Cisco has a sexual interest in him as well as a romantic one, but this is the first time Cisco's admitted it out loud to anyone, the first time he's said anything like it to Hartley's face. It's a little thrilling and a little terrifying, waiting for Hartley to react, and he turns his eyes away from Hartley's face finally, looking toward the door of the restaurant.

"Anyway," he says, looking back at Hartley as his nerves begin to kick back up again. "Should we go inside?"