He was pleased to see that she couldn’t quite keep herself from smiling when she was trying to be serious, but then again, this was one of those things he wasn’t sure about. He had the self control to look mock-offended, “I was only suggesting that you and this ice cream were destined to one day meet and that it solves all problems. Are you insinuating that we’re meant to be? Because, darling, that’s moving a bit too fast! We’ve only just begun to eat,” he jested. He thought even if this “date” didn’t turn out as a romantic something, he could definitely be friends with this lass.
He looked appreciative at the mention of the beginning of her own passion, but he didn’t miss the mention of someone named Rolf (wasn’t this his house?) and her little smile. He raised an eyebrow and dug into the ice cream a bit, taking another bite a bit thoughtfully, “So, Rolf is your...” he trailed off a little bit, curiously, actually hoping that for the love of all things good, she didn’t say boyfriend. The last thing he wanted was to come into that bloke’s house and then proceed to flirt with his girlfriend, but then again, he didn’t want to assume anything either.