There was a brow raise at her question. Was he flirting with her? That was interesting? Was he? He didn't quite know if he was or was not. Nyx looked away some as he thought about it and it was pretty obvious he wasn't sure.
"I suppose I could be, I hadn't thought about it." Nyx answered honestly. He laughed lightly. "I'd say I would hit on you. You're my type." There was a smirk on his lips as he shifted on the stool some as he drank down his mug's contents. How much had they had to drink at this point? It all blurred together at this point. In fact, when was the last time he was drunk? That was a good question. Sure beer here or there, but he often remained something that resembled sober because of the conflict, even when he was on gate duty.
Back to the topic, he leaned on the bar some and let his smirk widen some. "Why? Should I be hitting on you?" Smooth Nyx, real smooth.