"I prefer a more direct approach," he answers idly. He'd rather words one way or the other over a silly apron, watching the meat fly through the air. He can't help smiling slightly when he notices the smile on her pan, trying to fight how utterly charming he finds her sometimes.

"But I can't say I'd say no, if it was," he adds, and he reaches for... a raw slice of bacon, beginning to fold it into a little square in his hand.