Cat leaned back, pushing out her chest, all sultry eyes and sinful smiles, "Shouldn't you be welcoming me to the neighborhood, Mr. Rogers?"
She started walking slowly down the length of the desk, hips swaying and claws tracing invisibly lines across the wood. When she got to the end, she turned around and jumped up to sit on the clear counter top and tossed her hair over one shoulder. Come hither stare locked on the man beneath that patriotic mask, "I'd love to be your neighbor."
Whatever it was she came - unless it was shameless flirting - was not likely to be said in front of the help.