[ Of course she's flirting with him. Why wouldn't she? He's Dave Mufasa Strider. ]

Oh, shit. Look, you can't tell anyone about that. It's been a closely-guarded secret all my life. We're talking heavily redacted medical records, hiring hitmen for my optometrists, real serious CIA-level encryption here. In fact, I should kill you right now, but you're pretty cute, so I might make an exception if you promise not to say anything.