When she tugged away, he let her, folding his arms over his chest to occupy his own now-empty hands. His expression was slightly concerned, but more playfully chiding as he moved toward the food again. She knew her body better than he did, and it wasn't as if he couldn't make the offer again if it appeared she was having issues later. "Alright, so. I got an extra eggroll if you want one." He looked back to her, offering a smile. "And I might be convinced to give up a dumpling in exchange for some crab rangoon. Maybe."
Sure, like she'd fall for that, as if him offering was doing her a favor. Crab rangoon was only slightly superior to fried dumplings, but he'd be willing to sweeten the pot if need be. "But yes, you should see me order Italian." He hadn't ordered from the Italian place he regulated at since he'd gotten back to the school from summer break, but over the last year and a half almost all of the employees knew him in one way or another. It probably helped that most of the staff was female, but they always tossed him a little extra when he ordered. "Do you want something to drink?"