Oh god. He hadn't thought this through at all. The moment of hesitation, the delayed reaction where Snart couldn't find the words, was huge. He always knew what to say. And the blank expression just made everything that much more fantastic. But then Snart, or maybe it should be Len since he'd kind of maybe propositioned him sort of, had actually responded and oh god, he was going to die. He'd almost forgotten that there would eventually be a response that he would have to deal with.
Thankfully, all of that happened in his head and it had happened quickly, so that none of it showed on his face. "Misheard me?" he said. "I thought you were quicker than that. Try to keep up, Len." He nearly called him Lenny, remembering how Lisa had used that name before, but calling him by the same annoying name his sister favored probably wasn't the best way to flirt. Not that he was flirting. Wait. Was he flirting? Oh god, he was flirting with Captain Cold. He was flirting with his nemesis. Ollie was going to be so disappointed in him. Not to mention Joe. God, Snart was unfairly attractive.
"Well, maybe not right this second," he said with a shrug. In for a penny, in for a pound and whatnot. "And I'm twenty-six." What was happening? How was this his life? Was this even real? He was pretty sure his brain was going to explode. "So, are you going to say something or have you gotten cold feet?"