A grin spread from cheek to cheek and flourished up into the crows feet of her eyes as he requested she come. She placed her hand in his, and fingers folded around his palm. Felicity trusted him, more than most, and that was saying something, but Fisk was respectful towards her, and they generally had a good time together. She squeezed his hand in excitement, his hint that she was ready to go where ever and when ever he was.