If it weren't for the car console between them, she'd have liked to extend that kiss; she can feel her pulse racing as a result and she nearly forgets all about their remarkable surroundings - her focus narrowed in on how lovely it felt to kiss him and the way he responds each time; as if he's momentarily at a loss for words. It's endearing, and also makes her very tempted to kiss him again.

His offer pulls a grin from her. "I can think of a few things," she responds in a bit of a sultry tone, her gaze drifting back to his lips for a moment before she meets his eyes again. "Drinks would be an excellent place to start." Both the spark of heat in her gaze and her tone are purposefully suggestive.

She thinks again in that moment that it's probably best she doesn't work with him, as she'd shamelessly take every chance she got to attempt to flirt with and fluster him. Assuming of course that she wouldn't get fired within the week for verbally sparring with his boss on a variety of issues.

"I'm pleased to hear you haven't finished the bottle of wine," she remarks with a smile. "It's much better when shared, after all."