Liz answers him with a wry smirk over her shoulder, hesitating from her half-stoop under the table and blinking once, very slowly.  "Looking for stray cats..."  she says in a half-purr.  She doesn't seem to react in any negative way to his uninvited touch... the "flesh" is firm, healthy, and warm beneath the synthetic/cotton blend of her workout clothes.  "Poor dear," she answers, eyes flashing once, the fluorescent tube lighting not accounting for the myriad of colors there.<br/><br/>About to speak again, she sees Vivian enter and stands slowly, tilting her face to one side in a gesture of almost wifely chiding and curiosity.  "Are you sure it's the coffee that's bad, or are you maybe thirsty for something else in the morning..?"  she winks once, leans back against the table... flirtation subroutines firing in rapid succession.<br/><br/>"If<em>you</em>make the perfect cup of coffee, Vivian, then what will my job be the morning after?"