Hartley nodded slowly and, daring himself, he ended up with his arms folded on Cisco's thighs, chin propped up on them so he could look up at him with that same cocky grin that Cisco normally very much despised. He wasn't wearing it on purpose, it just so happened to come natural in their current position. He switched the language to Spanish seamlessly, also something that felt natural. "I don't normally think so. Adorable, infuriating, sometimes beautiful. But hot? Not so much. Right now though? Right now you're very hot, Cisquito."