"Definitely not. I'm also too charming to resist, it'd be a waste of your time." Rich with her mockery of herself, as always, but Red is vaguely aware of the slight sway in her shoulders and the way she lets her tongue press against the back of her teeth and smile that feels slow, somehow, and equally feels like she should just. Stop. Because oh my God.

Inhale; exhale. Try to survive a sentence without innuendo or inadvertent flirtation.

"Oh, uh. Tell me three flavours you like, too. Or smells. I'll see if I can figure out some other cocktails I should work on."