Cohen felt his face heat at her words, thinking both in terms of their mutual feelings and the innuendo she’d implied. Maybe others would be amused or even put off at the way they were discussing this as if it were some kind of business arrangement or problem being figured out by colleagues, but not him. He had some experience dating, but not as much as some might expect given his looks. This way of talking things out worked for him, it made him warm all over while reassuring him that he knew exactly where they stood. They knew what the other person wanted. “I definitely don’t think we’ll have a problem enjoying each other,” he confirmed, though he realized how that sounded almost immediately and wished he could drag the words back in. Awesome. Coming off as a lecherous male now. Good start to a relationship.
Clearing his throat, he decided to let the comment stand, instead focusing on Peisinoe and her reaction to the fact that he had been so determined to find her. A small smile tugged up the corners of his mouth, as if even he were afraid that what he’d done had been too much. Even after all they’d discussed since he’d gotten there. “I guess you kind of are,” he said, shrugging a little sheepishly. “Or you were? Have I succeeded at this point?” Cohen laughed lightly, though there was something in his eyes that indicated how badly he wanted to know the answer to that question. Which was silly. It was far too early to figure out if he’d succeeded in anything besides making a fool of himself and somehow convincing her that he wasn’t a fool. Maybe. At the very least her pinky promise, and the sincere words they exchanged, helped distract him from wondering if he’d come on too strong. A laughable idea, really. Cohen wasn’t really known for being the pushy type, but he still worried.
“I think…” he began, knowing he should probably not continue but unable to get the thought that team just didn’t sound right. Not to mention Peisinoe herself didn’t seem too sold on the label. He waited until she was looking back up to keep going, though, because he wanted to look at her face as he said what he wanted to. Even if looking at her made him feel fuzzy and hot, like he was one brush of fingers away from melting into a puddle. “I think couple is a better term?” Cohen’s voice was as hesitant as his expression, but he didn’t try and back track. He had enough experience, and had listened to others discussing their relationships, to know that defining things made it infinitely easier to figure out how to proceed and develop a connection without all the confusion and uncertainty getting in the way. And all the gods knew he had enough uncertainty and confusion in general dealing with his own feelings and navigating this sort of thing that he didn’t need more.