“Do I look like I flirt, Sigma?” “I could see you flirting,” she hedged. “Maybe with a scientific manual of some kind? I could see you stroking its spine by the fireplace, fingering its pages.” He looked amused, so she continued. “I could see you flirting with a documentary on binary code—snuggled in with some wine and fondue.” His firm lips twitched, giving her a flash of the reaction she craved. “Do I look like I eat fondue?” he asked blandly. “Did you really just say fingering?” Gabriel interrupted.
