I'd say that's not a terribly good incentive for me to win.

[She's still grinning in response to the flirting, though, cocking a brow at Namur as she props her chin in one hand and gives her shoulders a playful little wriggle.]

After all, you're my superior-- Aren't you supposed to be the one footing the bill if we go out together? I'm fairly certain I'm even tax deductible, that way.