Kurt let a light chuckle bubble from his chest, he knew better than to argue with women when they were hell-bent on insulting themselves. He let the subject go and thanked her for the dessert, sipping his coffee black and bitter, liking the warmth of the liquid against the cool air. Regardless of if he did get he job or not, and he sincerely hoped he would, this had been a lovely afternoon.
"If you decide our personalities match and my abilities sufficient," he reminded gently. The decision was all hers, he would not try to pressure her into choosing him if she was uncomfortable around him. "I am sure that is not the case," he assured quickly, shaking his head. "Ah, but as a writer you must have the gift of the gab, which will surely makes you an ideal ambassador."