"Consider me shamed," Owen said, lifting his hand to his chest. "I sincerely apologize, ma'am." He was glad that she wasn't completely repulsed by her clothes, because she looked amazing in them. "If it makes you feel any better, Mrs. Flynn, I feel completely objectified in these clothes too. It's like... hey, stop staring at my badge, my eyes are up here."
He gestured to his face before standing as Cecilia did and taking both plates from her. "Let me take them. You cooked, so I can help clean up. To be honest, I'm full, but maybe we can have some dessert later. Is that okay?"