She smiled, more wicked than shy. "It really is. Would you like one?" She extended a cube, between index finger and thumb. A little flirting was good for the tip jar, after all. She would just keep ignoring that little voice that told her how attractive he was, and how obviously and gloriously awake. No doubt he could fulfill a great many of her present needs, and Alex would never need to know, since he would no doubt sleep through it all.