"Technically speaking, you did, Doc. Still I thought it was adorable, so there's no need to fret." That warm echoing laugh of his rang out across the room when the Doctor shot him that look, and the fact that she spoke of a next time had his body stirring with desire once more. Thankfully her focus seemed to shift back to her food, and so the Marine turned his own attention back to dinner as well. Despite how hard it was to focus on anything but how nice and warm she was sitting right beside him.
That brow of his rose once again when her words reached his ears, and a look of earnest confusion held sway for a moment or two as he slowly shook his head. "If you're thanking me for the food, then you're welcome, Doc. But there isn't any reason to thank me for..." Not really sure how to phrase things the Marine just sighed and scratched his head for a second before finally just being blunt. "You need to stop getting down on yourself like that, Doc. I'm not 'putting up with you', I am enjoying your fucking company. Being with you isn't a chore, so stop assuming that it is, okay?"