Much tilted his head at her, considering. On the one hand, he knew what 'want to have a good time' meant, and wasn't exactly tempted, but on the other hand it felt rude to walk away from a girl who said she was lonely. And whatever urge he'd been feeling to get home was fading away like... there was no real rush, right? "I could go for some ice cream," he suggested, since there was a parlor on the way to the station anyway. Ice cream seemed like a decent middle ground, not rude, not leading her on. A decent middle ground with sprinkles.