He scoffs at the title, pig knight, and his nose wrinkles as he throws the folded up bacon into his mouth. What a tremendous turn off being called a pig is. It takes him out of the moment with her, so that when she offers to sweep him off his feet, he laughs, only barely flirting at this point.

"Are you offering?" He tilts his head, swallowing and licking his lips curiously. "You're so small this year."