"Don't judge me, gravy is the only way to kill the taste of all of the rest of the food," Liam offered, and took a fork of it to eat. He then took another fork of it and pushed it towards her, knowing she'd refuse it on principle alone, before he took his bite again and then nudged her, "I'm a growing boy, after all."
He scoffed then, "Oh, come now Trouble. Have you met me? Girls aren't checking me out, and when was the last time I had a full on girlfriend, or girl that I hung out with in any romantic sense? Be honest, because hopefully my track record's better than I think it is... still, I think curing me of my masochism would be better for my health, and for my hair."
At her comment about the hair needing to be changed back, he backed away a moment and eyed her, "Nope, not at all. I refuse. Leave it now, I'll prove I can rock it."