"Oh that's how it's gonna be?" Cisco laughs at her response. "Because I don't wanna get arrested for treason I'm whipped? ...okay, no, you're right, that's kind of the definition of whipped, isn't it?" he asks, smirking.

It isn't lost on him that Gracie's leaned into his hold rather than stiffened or pulled away from it. He takes that as a good sign. "Yeah? What do you do here, anyway? I feel like you might've told me but I can't remember. We were kind of trying not to die at the time, if I recall."

Cisco pauses in the hall and looks over at her. "...you wanna go somewhere more private and hang out...?" he asks. Hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?