Karen opened her mouth, slightly agape and stared at him. "I.. hey!" she said before she started to laugh, blushing quite a bit and shaking her head. Like he wasn't actually completely correct in that assumption. Damn him. "I mean.. I.. maybe. I might.. have a type." Hmph.
The only real difference was that Frank had always been completely honest with her. Too honest. And they viewed things the same way. They both dealt with things the same way. Just his a tad more violent. Okay, a lot more violent but that wasn't to say that she didn't have her own violent tendencies.
She smiled, trying to not further her embarrassment any more. She wasn't asking him to promise anything. There was always going to be horrible crap happening, they both knew that. For now though, this was just fine with her.
"Sure. Are you hungry? I actually have food in my house this time. I mean mostly because we went shopping and you were going to cook, but I could cook. Maybe." It was probably better if he did it though.