He lets out a genuine laugh at that, one that's full-bodied and comes straight from his belly as he moves his hand from his chest down to spread over his stomach. She's sassy and it's such a quick shift from the way she'd been stammering just a second ago, and he likes that. He likes that she seems to be able to roll with him and not take things all too seriously. "Okay, you got me there, next I'll be sure to specify that I mean lunch with me and not for me, deal?"
He laughs again at the comment about shots, shooting her a bemused look that really just reads seriously? as he leads her to the front door. If first impressions--well, first impressions that last longer than a few seconds--are anything to go by, she's got a cute sense of humor and obviously isn't deterred by abusing the fact that he's a vet for her own terrible personal gain--that is, her jokes.
"I can't believe you're making dog jokes to me already, it's been like, six seconds since we've said more than a sentence to each other," he says with a grin that shows just how not put out he is by any of this. He's always happy to click with someone, it makes him feel good to know that he can put a smile on someone's face, whether it's for saving a pet or just saying hello. "And excuse me, I'm pretty sure I offered first, so why don't you take a break from Kitchen Terminator mode and at least let me try to impress you."
When they reach the door, he holds it open for her and reaches for a zip-up hoodie that's hanging on the coat rack just inside the door. "Kitchen's that way," he tells her, pointing in some direction that really isn't helpful for someone who hasn't been in the house before, but he's too busy reaching for the pair of jeans that had been unceremoniously dumped in a pile on the floor last night. "Take a look. You tell me what you want, I'll make it happen."
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He laughs again at the comment about shots, shooting her a bemused look that really just reads seriously? as he leads her to the front door. If first impressions--well, first impressions that last longer than a few seconds--are anything to go by, she's got a cute sense of humor and obviously isn't deterred by abusing the fact that he's a vet for her own terrible personal gain--that is, her jokes.
"I can't believe you're making dog jokes to me already, it's been like, six seconds since we've said more than a sentence to each other," he says with a grin that shows just how not put out he is by any of this. He's always happy to click with someone, it makes him feel good to know that he can put a smile on someone's face, whether it's for saving a pet or just saying hello. "And excuse me, I'm pretty sure I offered first, so why don't you take a break from Kitchen Terminator mode and at least let me try to impress you."
When they reach the door, he holds it open for her and reaches for a zip-up hoodie that's hanging on the coat rack just inside the door. "Kitchen's that way," he tells her, pointing in some direction that really isn't helpful for someone who hasn't been in the house before, but he's too busy reaching for the pair of jeans that had been unceremoniously dumped in a pile on the floor last night. "Take a look. You tell me what you want, I'll make it happen."