"If it had to be Disney, at least it's Aladdin," Emerson conceded, pretending that he was willingly taking a bullet to keep the humor alive. Grown men mostly liked Disney movies, and if they said they didn't? They were usually lying.
"No need to dirty your dishes unless you want to," he went on, setting everything out before taking a sip of the wine. "Let's just eat like uncivilized college kids right out of the containers." He looked around the place, curious and finding that the lovely, little cottage suited her well. It was small, but small was nice. Especially considering all the massive homes he'd lived in with wings and the like. Her question brought him back to the much more pleasant matter at hand.
"Hm? I don't think so. Unless there's a reason you think you should be nervous." He smiled. "In which case, I urge you to keep ignoring it."