Clove didn't really know how to define himself. Good guy? Sure, but he certainly had his deviating moments, after all he was a teen aged boy, those things tended to happen. For example, if he found a girl he liked, then for him that was that, but at heart he was a big flirt and a giant tease. If some other chick wanted to flirt, then he'd probably get caught up in it. Although, as soon as he felt like he was leading someone on he'd stop. That happened too many times to him and it fucking sucked. Really, he just liked to have fun.
Being so close to his family - his giant, women dominated family, he was told to treat a woman right, and well - if he did some damage there'd be hell to pay from his plethora of sisters. Fun was great as long as you weren't hurting anyone in the process. So thanks to Clove's sisters, he had it ingrained in him not to fuck around with people, maybe he was a genuinely 'good guy'.
"Yeah. Mum tried to teach me to cook. It was a disaster." he smiled, recalling the memory of a burned dinner that everyone just kind of stared at instead of ate. Good times.
As for repayment, Clove was thinking of dinner (that he'd get someone else to cook), outside, preferably warmer weather, and a couple of other things he had yet to fully plan.
A grin still present on his face he leaned over and untucked her hair from behind her ears, "You don't have to do that, you're cute when your hair lights up."