"Way to seduce a girl, Caffrey. Secondhand flowers," Kate banters back, deceptively mild, even though the combination of emphasis, flowers, Neal in a suit, and even the hint of a suggestion he might be sleeping with Peter has her tied up in more knots than the last time she got taken hostage.

She takes the flowers (beautiful) - metaphorical hostages for his good behavior. Or a distraction tactic. That's fucked up, Freelander, she tells herself and coaxes a smile to her lips for him, letting her fingers linger against his just a little longer than necessary as she tips her head toward the kitchen.

Weirdly, it actually steadies her out enough that when she walks away, she gives him a saucy little look back over her shoulder. "Telling her she looks like a lumberjack's not much better. Even if you get points for 'sexy'." Somewhere in this kitchen there's got to be a vase. "Anything I had nice enough to wear with that suit's back in Sea Lord Elvis's Castle."