"Sure." The one word response seemed fitting enough for the slayers desires. Besides what the fuck else was she supposed to say? -'Why no Emma, I feel right shitty. I shouldn't be fucking you because we're wrong and besides it's not like you seem to get me half the time anyways and I'm sure you probably don't want to with the way you've been treating me like a rotting piece of meat lately. I mean I know I should be kept at arms length anyways, but hey you know it does bug me a little sometimes.' - No, those were things the slayer would never say. Besides, however Emma decided to treat her it was what she was asking for, right? Kel had been the one that said she wasn't going to talk anymore, Kel was the one with the crazy schedule, Kel was the one who ran around killing things in horrible ways that any normal and morally sane person would have her locked away in the looney bin until the end of time.
A low sigh slipped from the slayers lips. Maybe she'd just be better off dead some times she had to wonder. With the man intruding on their interaction and her thoughts the slayer glanced up and took her part of the menus with a nod. Flipping one open she slowly began to paw through it clearly pondering the contents of what the restaurant had to offer.