Noah was thinking this had been a fantastic idea. What could be better than a non-serious evening spent with a gorgeous woman? Serious was too hard, and while he didn't back down from most things... investing emotion wasn't a good idea. He knew that, and he wasn't going to worry right now. He wanted a night when he could just have a good time.
He drank from his water bottle and then put it back down, holding her gaze and then nodding slowly. "Definitely more showing than telling," he said. "I'm thinking I'll need my mouth for other things." Oh, yeah, on the same page for sure. He'd thought so, but it was nice to have it confirmed. He hadn't expected anything like this to happen anytime soon, but spontaneity was good. Safe spontaneity; he had protection tucked away that he'd found on a looting run while he'd still been at the Garden. It didn't seem responsible to knock anyone up during the apocalypse when you were having casual fun.
Noah chuckled when she told him he wouldn't have survived the Upper East Side. "Probably not," he said. "I grew up in Montana, and we ate a lot of meat and potatoes. Nothin' fancy at all. I'd be surprised if my ma even knew what a souffle was." It was what he'd been used to, and he hadn't branched out at all food-wise until he'd gone to college. There he'd discovered the joys of trying every food genre Evanston had had to offer. Damn, he shouldn't have started thinking about that, because he'd really start craving Chinese, which had always been his favorite.
Noah wasn't expecting Vienna to swoon at the slightest touch from him, but he really thought they could have a great time together. He gave her an innocent look of his own when she told him he'd better bring his A game. He could talk all night, but before long, it would be time for action, and that was when he'd prove himself. "I will," he said with a teasing half-smile.