In Misha's eyes, it was as though Bella was a swimming, talking example of the 'practice' she was referring to. He'd had enough of a look at her earlier to know that she was hot, and he could feel a familiar heat in the pit of his stomach when she didn't back away from him. It would be so easy to just move the inch or two until he was pressed against her and then take things from there.
"Practice being good..." he said, as if pondering the idea, when really he was just using the few moments to try and get a hold of himself. She was still so close. Close enough that if he just leaned in...
"I'm starving," he said, surprised by the sound of his own voice, and specifically the completely non-sexual comment that he had come out with.
"We should go get some lunch?"
It was almost a dare. He would let Bella choose where the rest of the day would go.