Her enthusiasm for his dogs isn't something he takes lightly, and he smiles warmly at how well Lucy responds to their new friend. It's a rule of his, that anyone who wants to come over has to treat his dogs as well as they'd treat him, Coop would never accept anything less. Sunny is, admittedly, a pretty pathetic guard dog but bless him, he tries with his low growling every time he thinks someone shady is around. He doesn't seem to be threatened by Raleigh, though that's probably because he's too distracted by the chicken to care.

Still, it's always a good test of how far a friendship can go.

He nods as he gathers the salad greens and throws them in the bowl, grabbing a wooden mixing fork as he tosses the contents of the bowl. "It is. It's valid. He deserves better than that." He sighs to himself, ready to move forward from the subject, before brightening with a glance around the kitchen. "Touche. No hands, also no feet. Which means..." He pauses, tilting his head as if deep in thought before starting a slow nod.

"Yeah, you know what, I think that means you'll just have to come around more often. I'll leave you to your torrid love affairs, that's totally fine, but you'll have to pay penance by taste-tasting my food in the backyard with me. It'll be a hardship but I think we can get through it together. The view will help."

He's flirting, he can't help himself even if he's genuinely digging Raleigh's vibe. She can hold her own, though, she's already proven that she can roll with the punches, and he finds few quality more attractive in a person than a good sense of humor.

"I also always shoot for divine," he tells her with a flash of a cheeky smile. "And you can stop by with as many attempts as you want as often as you want, believe me, you won't hear complaints from my end."