She seemed pretty eager to get that drink all down her gullet, and he was prepared to order her another, or perhaps a different one when she was finished. It was strong, but it wouldn't knock her flat or anything. It probably had more sugar in it than alcohol anyway. He took another sip of his drink, he was going easy on it, making it last.
He wrinkled his nose, "I know, my high blood pressure runs in the family. I can't help it." He liked the taste of salt, but it really wasn't worth the burn. He could regenerate quick enough, but when it touched his tongue it veritably smoked, and it was a little hard to explain to folks.
"But I am definitely down for Devil's Food cupcakes, and those amaretto truffles sounds really fucking amazing." He laughed, shaking his head. "Good lord, is there anything you make that doesn't sound sexy as hell?" Seriously, he might have thought she was coming onto him if it wasn't for the fact that he thought she was dead serious about it all.
In all honesty, he was glad he was making friends with her, even if he couldn't sweet talk her into his bed. If she was going to ply him with baked goods, he was down. "Well, listen, any time you need a friend with benefits, I'm there. I've definitely got a taste for chocolate covered strawberries."
He leaned in a bit, "And it just so happens I know the owner of the Experience, so if you ever want to get in for free, you let me know, alright? And I have VIP passes, so you can avoid the huge crowd if that isn't your thing."