Lily rolls her eyes and scoffs, shaking her head. "Oh please, Secret-dene. You don't need to butter me up with cheap flattery. I know I'm not some stick-thin model." She leans forward, her cleavage straining against her blouse as she rests her elbows on the desk. "But if you're really that eager to see more of me, why don't you make yourself useful and fetch me a coffee? Black, no sugar. If you do a good job, maybe I'll consider your little 'gym date'." She winks at him, a playful smirk on her lips.