"Just don't fall asleep in there and drown. That would really make me sad to lose an ally, especially like that," he ribbed her, making a face. "Then I'd probably run into something scary and get eaten." And while he had a little more faith than that in himself but the joking was all part of the fun.
"While you relax, I'll go do my thing." Maybe Sully was right about the part where he didn't relax. Then again, he was surrounded by workaholics so he really couldn't be blamed for his methodologies. "After that motel room, I wonder if an hour long shower and a pad of steel wool would even help."
At her dinner comment, he glanced over at her, very curious as to how she was going to finish that thought. "Only one option, huh?" he asked, a small grin appearing. It grew into a full out laugh when she talked about burning off calories. "Oh believe me, a nice long run for me, maybe a few chin ups. Keep in shape so I can kick some ass when I need to. No taking names."
Booth punched at the air with the control of a pro before calming down again, hands going back in his pocket.