He grinned at the tone in her voice and the look on her face. "Yes, some things don't need to be flavored to be enjoyable," he said, then looked up at the waiter brought them their appetizer.
Picking up his fork, he reached out and took a bite, smiling as he chewed. "Delicious," he said.
Then he set his fork down and reached his long arms over the small table to touch her hair gently. "I know you do," he said. "And I'm glad you feel better."
"After the moon sounds nice," he said. "I'll try my hardest not to get hurt again. Promise."