Cora truly did appreciate Harvey's mostly successful attempts at censoring himself. He was putting the effort forth; that was enough--for now, anyway. She'd known him long enough to know what a monumental task it was for him, and he didn't keep himself so in check anywhere else. She took it as a sign of respect, and granted him its equal, mainly by tolerating his decided lack of manners with a slightly amused smile. Also, the whole feeding thing.
So when he complimented her by way of complimenting Amelia, then of course, complimenting her cooking, the she-wolf's smile grew a bit warmer. It grew a pair of dimples at his teasing inquiry about how--or rather, who--she spent her moons with nowadays.
"Now exactly how is that any of your business?" she asked him, clearly teasing back. Regardless of her lack of sharing, the conversation switch had automatically put a particular face in her thoughts. Her eyes held the slightly distant look before she actually directed them out the kitchen window, just in case Harvey noticed her blush.
"I'm keeping myself considerably less busy than I assume you are, if that answers your question." She knew it didn't, but the same playfulness from earlier still lightened her tone.