Shush. She was mildly tipsy from her five (six? something?) long shots from his tequila stash, and desperately needing human contact. She'd probably deny being so affectionate once she was slightly more sober.

She grinned down at him unrepentantly. "If I was trying to flatter you, Red, you wouldn't realize it until it was too late. I'm damn good at my job." It was said with a perverse sort of pride, because dammit, she was. Father Juliano never would have recruited her if she wasn't.