She grinned and let him step away, hands sliding down his chest as he did so and nodded, "Escort me back to the coat check and I'll get you my card."
Felicia licked her lips and gave him a very hungry, very indulgant look over before moving toward the coats. Hips swaying as if to say 'I know you're looking and I know you're drooling'.
When she got there she leaned over the counter and asked the sweet boy behind it, who was attempting not to look at her chest and not succeeding in the slightest, for her coat and purse. He retrieved it without bothering to ask for a ticket. She wasn't that forgetable.
Once her purse was returned, she fished out a business card and a pen, scribbling on the back of it. Then turned around and let the boy do his job by putting them away. Felicia continued to grin at Fury and waved the card just out of reach, "Now General, if I give this to you, you aren't going to be forgetful and not ever call me are you? I just hate it when men do that. Makes me feel unappreciated."