"See, told you those stereotypes were alive and well..." He could almost picture the headlines. Christ, they'd probably get more graphic than anything that would actually happen in this relationship of theirs... well.
Good, she was relaxing. Of course, how relaxed she should get around him... that would remain to be seen. If she started anything, he wasn't entirely sure how good he would be at stopping it, Terence throwing her a grin and an undeniably cocky raised brow. "I, quite honestly, could not care less about my broken-hearted fans. I have to be nice to them in general on a more or less... contractual basis, but if they start threatening you-- and a part of me almost wouldn't be surprised if that were to start happening-- I won't hesitate away from defending you. I sincerely doubt they want me to hold a press conference where I call them all out and then declare loudly and proudly that I love you." He'd do it, though. The only question left in that instance would be whether it would be true by that point or not.
Finishing off his own glass, he reached for the bottle with an easy smile, more than happy to refill their glasses. "I'll definitely want to hear what you think. It's a personal favorite of mine."