"You're absolutely right," Cook replied, his grin growing ever so slightly wicked. "Who wants to waste time with foreplay on a first date?" He knew that wasn't what she'd meant but Cook had long since learned to twist situations to his advantage.
Cook paused for a moment, watching as the blonde bent forward to spread out some kind of rug. Nice - he wouldn't have to deal with grass getting up his crack when he was trying to focus on other things. When she spoke, though, he snapped out of his slight trance and closed the rest of the distance between them, flicking the rest of his cigarette away into the grass.
"Oh I will happily give you a hand, Princess," he said, holding his free hand out, palm forward. "You just tell me where to put it and away we go."