Sal wasn't going to admit to Flauros that there were practically no sexual perks, just making people uncomfortable. Hopping off the desk, she almost lost her balance again, still thrown out of equilibrium by his attack.
"I don't need PMS to scream and bitch." She made her way over to her purse and threw it over her shoulder, leaving her jacket. "I just need to be an inconsiderate jerk. Lucky for me, you get that either way." She held out an arm expectantly, expression serious. "You're helping me down the stairs, Old Spice."