"You know, I'm going to have trouble eating a salad after this conversation..."
He nods when she speaks and takes a moment to tell him how she defines 'good'.
"You're... very kind, Layla," he said, placing a hand over hers, the one she had on his forearm. "I'll... think about that." His expression brightened. "Yes, you never know when Mad Iced Tea Skills could come in handy. And, yeah... uh, I tend to 'Double Entendre' without even meaning to. It's like..."
The feel of her hand on his back was... distracting.
"It's like breathing," he said, remembering to do just that.