Matt usually did his best not to listen to things people wouldn't expect him to hear. He knew that most would likely see him listening to things like their heart rate or smelling the way the pheromones in their sweat changed as a bit of an invasion of privacy. But sometimes it was difficult, like now when he could hear the excess blood pumping to Mouse's cheeks and her scent subtly shift to some combination he identified as nerves and a small bit of embarrassment and something else he didn't know her well enough to tell yet.
"Then I'm sure it's amazing." he smiled, "You can just put it on the table." He gestured to his small dining table, "What's the other one?" he asked, knowing she held two boxes.