Rogue and Snart
Snart grinned having taken a step closer to Rogue. He didn't want to assume that it was him that she had been referring to. Snart knew all too well what happened when you made assumptions. Then again, he had been able to steal a kiss from Sara Lance even if it had been on his proverbial death bed.
"You know you still owe me a taste," he paused. Perhaps for a dramatic effect and perhaps to see her reaction. "A taste of that drink you brought back from Krypton. I think this place has seen enough of us this evening."
She was a smart woman. Snart knew that. He was hoping that she would understand just where he was most certainly going with his suggestion.