"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Don't kick poor, defenseless Antboy." He grinned at Nancy, and his head tilted slightly at her words. "Well, there is something I would like to eat," he said, smiling slightly. "And food sounds good as well." Yes, he was saying exactly what you think he's saying, Nancy.
"What did you have in mind food-wise?" he asked, as he pulled a few bills out of his wallet, to pay for their drinks. He had the ability to be a gentleman every once in a while.
After placing the bills on the table, he downed the rest of his drink, and eyed Nancy for a moment. "Is Thomas home?" he asked.