Jemma tilted her head, then looked behind her. Was this a joke on Fitz's part? He found the most attractive man in all history and convinced him to discombobulate Jemma?

"Um. First of all," Jemma's tone became rather more formal. "You said you came to offer me a job. Secondly, you commented on my skill set and third, say I'm supposed to remember you. I don't think you need my CV." Those thing that rolled around in Jemma's head just came out. Even when distracted by whatever the shiniest teeth in all history, Jemma's mind continued working.

"So unless you're going to tell me where I know you from, maybe I'll turn around and tell Fitz this was a rather cruel prank."

Wherever the little Scotsman was hidden.