While anyone who knew Ruby could describe her as a flirt, her style of flirting was mostly complimentary and with little intent. She liked to make people smile, liked to make them feel good, and if showering them with compliments she happened to believe were true, she saw no harm in that. She had flirted with Graham time and again back in Storybrooke and he seemed to take her no more seriously than anyone else at the time, though now the way he looked at her was quite different. Ruby had been on the end of reciprocal attention before, though it hadn't always been from someone with which she might've necessarily wanted it. With Graham, she thought that might be something she liked indeed.

There was a thrill to it, a flare of feminine power, though not the sort of power she would attempt to use to manipulate him or anyone else, as that was simply not Ruby's way. It was the faint flicker of knowledge that she might actually be desired in return that made her wonder about taking her flirting to a more intentional level, as she hadn't in quite a long time.

She uncrossed her legs to push herself up from the table, walking the few steps necessary to be standing almost directly beside him, and propped one hand flat on the table again. "Well, I do thank you, Sheriff," she said, moving her other hand to brace on the back of his seat as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving a bright red lip print amongst the darkness of his beard. "I'll go get your food, alright?"