The set of eyes drifted to her hand sliding over his, watch given a momentary gander then ignored to set hazels on her face again. They were inquisitive with her bold declaration about never getting rid of her. "You sound like you've taken a page from my cat, plenty of gourmet canned food, frequent petting, and an open window to come and go from. Is that all it would take to keep you?" His expression softened faintly, considerate, shifting to lean forward with a closer look given to her. "It's decent, but nothing compared to vanilla bean ice cream." His other hand reached out softly to stroke her hair from temple to ear, grazing along her cheek until it slid beneath her jawline with a thumb over her lips.
"No, Miss Roxy, it's all yours. I wouldn't think to impose, but you're welcome to more of mine if you want it." The tender moment lingered momentarily before he was in the process of easing back into the booth seat unless she inhibited him.
"Ah, but you would get my wallet and anything else you fancied. However," reaching up to tug at his open collar, "the tie is in my vehicle. You'd have to filch it from there."
She managed to catch his breath again before he started to laugh again, a quiet rolling sound with his face bowed forth to hide the expression. He raked a hand through his wavy hair nervously, it seemed, "You're so very good at the imagery aren't you? Baby steps. Clever you," amused by her foresight on teaching him how to entertain a pleasure in public indecency at its best. "Is there anything else you'd want that doesn't require me stripped of my clothes?" Softly, hooking fingers over the edge of the table where they peaked out for her to see.