He frowned a little in alarm as she looked at his lips, and he shifted in his seat a little. It suggested things, and Robbie wasn't entirely sure how to deal with that, so he tried to pretend he'd never seen it. Plastering an amused smile across his features, Robbie tilted his head to the side. "I'll be sure to remember that," he said before drinking from his tea, before realising he hadn't put any sugar in and grimacing at the unsweetened liquid.
"Sometimes instead of going to the gym, I go rowing or do nets for cricket?" he said, somewhat seriously and somewhat jokingly. Impulsiveness just wasn't in him, never had been. "And what's the point of shoes you'll only wear a couple of times? Spend as much as I do on shoes, those things have to last some time." He narrowed his eyes at her tone, shrugging slightly, clueless. "Guilty pleasures? I suppose buying five hundred pound suits could be considered guilty. But how can you like something if you feel guilty about it?" He was ridiculously straight-laced really.
His eyebrows drew up. "At least a six pack," he said airily. "And my obliques are cut; that adds points, let me tell you." But then he was swimming with confusion again as she talked about Roger and chess. "Chess?" Robbie cast his eyes from side to side as he tried to figure out the message, frowning again. "Roger and I haven't ever played chess. But course Roger's got a girl, he's a right lad, that one." He shook his head, lifting a shoulder. "I don't know who he's talking about, Rom, but knowing Roger, she probably doesn't eat that much."