Dan looked up from the casserole dish, his eyes fixing on Marks. Smiling he simply replied. "Yes, actually, I did" His smile turned into a slight smirk and he looked away, placing the lid back on the dish quickly. Mostly so he didn't burn himself.
"I wanted to make it nice" he added as he sat down opposite him. For a moment, he studied the other man. His expression, his tone of voice, the volume used, his body language. Everything really... even the way he had chosen to come dressed. A lot could be said about a man and their choice of clothing. Whether they were truly happy or not. Whether they had noticed the creases or cared, if something wasn't sitting as it should. It all spoke volumes to Dan.