"Dan Foster" he replied. "Sorry. Thought I had" he admitted. He hadn't. Part of him knew he hadn't either. He took a quick drag on the cigarette and watched Mark subtly.
"Me, I'm a terrible cook" he admitted with a cheeky smile. "Well, I could be worse" he added. "So... I assume you had someone at home then?" he asked. It was a pretty simple thing to deduce from what he had just said. Cooking for one... He must have been accustomed to cooking for more, maybe for two? A loved one? A lover? Family member? Dan made sure to keep his tones just as soft, making sure not to offend so quickly.