Re: I'm gonna throw up and then we're gonna die!
His eyebrows furrowed after she turned down his offer, as he attempted to focus every bit of his attention on what Frankie found important enough to get so flustered over. Grasp's eyes searched hers, trying his best to figure her out without actually reading her mind. Their connection wasn't the strongest, as they did little touching, but he still knew she didn't normally behave this way.
A situation? Oh. Ah. His home life. His heart rate admittedly sped, as Frankie got to the meat and potatoes of their impromptu conversation. His furrow brow relaxed, then rose, and Kiernan bit down on his lower lip to keep from grinning at the baker. "Does Francine Nylund have a crush on me?" His head cocked back, letting on that he was indeed surprised, but also not upset by that fact. He touched her hand, whether she liked it or not, then.
"I see..." His grin was more a smirk, now, and a bit less teasing. He took a deep breath and sighed at her. Go figure. "I don' just serve Pretty Baked here because it tastes good, y'know." His fingers lifted from hers and Kiernan wet his lips. "I don't assume much about the women around me, romantically. I know I come with a lot of baggage. Why didn't ye say somethin' sooner?"