"Well now, we can be terribly naughty, can't we," he said and there was a wry humor to him, but there was also a warm glint in his eye as he glanced over at her, remembering for a moment just how naughty. He was not terribly gifted at the art of flirting and he was not a dirty mouthed individual, though.
He dug in as well, getting a little bread, a little butter, and cycling through bites of everything, being very careful to be neat, to not spill, to make certain he never grasped anything too hard. She was a bit distracting, especially when she blushed, but he tried to maintain his manners and his nerves as best he could.
"I rarely cook," he admitted. "I can eke out a meal, but I've always had someone to make it for me, and especially when I entered the healer program, I was simply too tired to try to learn. But I've always enjoyed a good meal, and the elves don't let me starve." He didn't admit that he didn't think he could do it very well now, if he tried, as his potions brewing could still be quite iffy, which was why he now almost exclusively got his brews or his experiments from Adrian or Blaise, if Adrian was too busy with the shop and it wasn't anything too dangerous.