"Oh, I'm afraid I'm rarely serious, but always sincere." He flashed a grin, albeit an earnest grin. "So sincerely, yes, let's go get some coffee and perhaps some sort of pastry. I enjoy a good pastry—so long as it's not filled with pears."
His gaze flicked up the street again, then his eyes came back to rest squarely upon the other man. "So, coming?"