"The waitresses are the best part, though. Something sweet with your sweets. Though I'm sure the girls behind the counter would be darlings, it isn't the same if you don't get to watch them come and go." He grinned, half joking. Oren was as hot blooded as any other guy. Sometimes his confidence just waned a little. He was fairly well socialized, he thought, for someone who had grown up alone and in pain and in the dark for so long. Over the years he'd been with his fair share of girls. Some of them were still closer to him than he cared to actively think about. That was the problem with living and working in the same place and mixing business and pleasure. "It does sound incredibly convenient, though. Sometime remind me to take you to the automat. That's always fun, especially in the small hours of the morning."
Catching that knowing smirk, he nodded. "That," his eyes flicked towards where he'd worked his magic on the fork, "is part of what that means. But I could teach you how to punch. I don't have a lot of formal training. Most of what I know is from training with other people. Spent a long time just taking what came at me. Eventually had to learn to defend myself. Still not sure I'm very good at it, though, mostly because I know whatever comes won't hurt me much or even slow me down for long." He looked chagrined for a moment. "Blessing and curse of my power. And you have no idea what my pain tolerance is like. But I think that makes me one of the best people to teach you how to fight, doesn't it? No unexpected surprises, no unfortunate accidents. I think we'll be alright." Though he'd also be on the lookout for someone age and size and skill appropriate to spar with her. Maybe he'd take to teaching them both. The biggest issue was going to be finding hours in the day.