This time, at least, the blush stopped at the tips of his ears. He'd done well. She wasn't offended and had even taken him up on his offer. With that comfort behind him, he took a bite of chicken, letting the heat fill him before swallowing. Perhaps it was the Indian genetics he'd been created with, but he did quite enjoy spicy foods.
"Molly, don't. You have no need to repay me," he reassured. "Your safety is...of utmost concern to me." That was too far, wasn't it? He sounded like such a fool sometimes. That was likely why his closest friend was a five year-old. No judgment thrre.