His brow creased gently at her reaction to the word, watching her as she moved away. She was a difficult one to compliment, unless it was about her looks; he'd never been able to get her to accept a compliment about her behaviour. She always seemed to think he was mocking her.
"Alright," he said, accepting this correction. He put his garlic bread right down, leaning forward and letting his hands dangle between his knees. "It's a big thing to have someone else's life in your hands, even for a moment, isn't it?"