[Midna's amusement practically ripples through their communion. As if a date is only for those romantically or intimately intertwined. As much as she's tempted to correct him, she chooses not to. Let him think what he wants. Better that he just assumes she has no idea how to turn off the flirting. It's the image she wants to continue maintaining.

'Coworker,' however. Gods. He's funny.]

Well, someone of my line finds herself more free than some would think. I'm quite flexible. If you throw out a time, I can most likely manifest it into flesh.