He grinned at her self-assuredness; it was something he feigned almost to the point of believing it himself, but Romilda did it without blinking and he admired that. And she was a female - even Robbie knew that women were much more competitive and had far more to be concerned about with their appearance than men, Witch Weekly had convinced him of this truth. It was surely more difficult to be fashionable and aesthetically satisfying, to both men and women for there was different criteria to appeal to each group - attractive for men, but not too intimidating or slutty for women. It was a minefield, and Robbie was grateful that it was different for men.
"True, we're overthinking it, aren't we?" he smiled with an amused roll of his eyes. His smile spread at her fluttered eyelashes and flirty attitude. "Miss Vane, a gentleman never tells," he said in a light voice, "Though if he did, he might say yes and yes."
His eyes widened at her order, and he began to shake his head, already regretting his compliance, before frowning as she continued to conspiratorily stage-whisper to the waitress about his pleasures in life. He was about to pipe up that he enjoyed going the the gym, and of course, his work, when she finished speaking and his puffed up remarks died in his mouth as a flattered chuckle. "Perhaps if my chest burst out, but you certainly don't want a fat stomach bursting out," he grinned at both girls. He smoothed his hand down his flat stomach. "Sorry, ladies, the eight pack is staying under wraps today."
"That's great," he said of her article draft, pouring out their tea. "I'll look forward to reading it, as well as dinner, though I guess I wouldn't reject flowers." Robbie tipped his chin up in confusion and leant forward to listen as she spoke about bets with Roger over witches. They'd certainly done it in the past, but as far as he knew, there wasn't a pool running at the moment. "Play messenger?" he asked, a little lost. "And please, no thanks to the fibre witch. A girl that watches her food that closely is always a nightmare to date," he added with a shake of his hand above the table surface.