Had Royce been able to read her thoughts, he would have been caught between flattery and embarrassment. For her to be thinking so much of him, to be wanting him so close, it would definitely be flattering. The fact that he reminded her of a toaster? Yes, it was a good thing that the werewolf wasn't afflicted with the ability to read minds.
Or else he might be tempted to make a nerdy joke about how 'hot' he was all the time. A joke that Rosemary would probably only appreciate since she also shared the same common trait. It was a werewolf thing. He'd been told that as a child that, as werewolves, their body temperature would always be higher than that of the humans. Just like a vampire's skin was near ice cold to the touch, a werewolf's skin was near burning warm. He rarely was ever cold. Not even in the snow. He could run around in the snow in nothing but a pair of boxers and be just fine.
It was a miracle that Charlie hadn't accused him of running a fever yet. He wondered how long he could keep this secret from her, especially if things between them started to escalate into an actual relationship. Maybe after tonight's date, he'd be able to know.
It wasn't technically a date in terms of the typical way that people dated. For one, the actual word 'date' hadn't come up yet. He had been to Charlie's apartment a couple of times now so it wasn't a big deal for him to come over. And she had cooked for him every time so her cooking tonight wasn't a big exception. The only real difference between tonight and every other night before was that tonight, it would just be the two of them so it was the closest to a date as they had gotten to so far. So really, as far as he was concerned, they were having a date. Therefore, flowers were in order.
"Flowers can be a thank-you present too, y'know. I mean, you've been doing so much cooking for us and I know me and Rosey eat a lot. Don't try to be nice." He quirked an eyebrow and shot her a look that meant no arguing. "We'd eat you out of house and home if you'd let us." For wolves, they were sure big piggies. But they couldn't be blamed when they were being cooked for. "So my flowers are my thank you for feeding us so much." He held up a hand as she started to protest. "Nuh-uh, Charlie ... I'm bringing you flowers and damnit, you're going to like them. Sense or not."
As for her being insane, maybe she was. For one, she was insane for still hanging around this clinic even with having to deal with the Doc for all this time. Royce could see that the old guy held a fatherly adoration for the red-head (though, in reality, he wasn't THAT old) but seriously, the guy was a grump. Not even he could handle a guy like that. Especially not on an every-day basis. Secondly, any human that dared to get as close to a wolf as she had? Yeah, that was grounds for insanity.
He snorted at her threat of death by meatball stabbing. "You don't know what dangerous is. Besides, I'd just eat the meatball and then what would you do?" Grabbing the back of her chair again, he pulled and tilted it back, grinning wolfishly down at her.