"No. But I can probably find out." Hartley frowned for a moment, trying to figure out the mixed signals Cisco was sending and finally just digging in his pocket until he found a pen. He moved forward and grabbed Cisco's hand so he could scribble his number on the back of it. Then he hesitated for a moment before lifting the hand to his mouth and placing a kiss on the palm, eyes on Cisco's face. "Go home, think of me." He moved so he could kiss the tip of one finger. "If you still feel like it then, text me."

That said he wrapped his lips around one of Cisco's fingers and nipped on the tip before sucking on it, just for a moment.

"Bye."