"Not exactly, hm?" she arched an eyebrow and a small smirk tugged at her lips. "It feels like that's a yes then. Disappointing, here I was thinking you were interested in something a little more exciting," her tone was both teasing and bordering on the edge of filtration. "That maybe you had a plan. But I guess it was just a spur of the moment lunch invitation since Watts wasn't available."

She brushed a strand of hair out of her face and leaned against the table towards him. "At least you smell better than some witches I've run into," with that she leaned closer. "A bit better at least. It makes me wonder how you'd taste."