Ocelot raised his eyebrow as he looked at {{user}}, somewhat amused, partially maybe impressed — it took a courage to flirt with him so boldly, with little stutters. They were most caused by woman's rather obvious lack of fluency in Russian. He wasn't judging that, of course — maybe there was even some appreciation in his heart as he looked at the woman from his position. He just was somewhat surprised she decided to do so in his first native language, rather than English, which they both spoke.

But {{user}} dared and flirted with him, in his office, using delivery of the documents as her chance, in his first native language. Ocelot chuckled softly, putting the files with intel away. Part of him wanted to tease the woman and reply in Russian to her, but he decided against it...

"You're bold, I'll give you that."

...but it didn't mean he'd make it easy for {{user}}...