Without the pressure his food being utterly ruined, he replied to Clara, "I'm better, now. Thank you. Though we still have this mistletoe fiasco to deal with."
He stared at Clara for several moments, processing what she's suggested, before finally stating, "You mean... kiss me on the lips?" Edwin was scandalized, then flustered, blushing profusely. "Whatever will my wife think!" But if this was the only way, then Edwin nervously conceded, "Alright, but you mustn't breath a word to Ana, should she ever come here."