His lips curled up a little more, almost a smirk but not quite, headed in the general direction. "I would have to agree. Variety can be the spice of life, they say," he replied. "Perhaps I can convince you to try something new sometime, step outside the box a little." He found her attractive, and he hadn't hidden that, and God knew he needed someone at times that he didn't have to work for.
He smirked now, having made her laugh. In the kitchen talking ways to kill people with ballet slippers. If someone had told him this days ago, he'd have laughed at them. "You could always shove them down someone's throat," he suggested, laughing. "I hope they give you one too. I'd like to see you dance."