The joke simply brought a noise of amusement from him, and the rare treat of his mouth quirking into a smirk. "I don't know, what would you call me?" Teasing back, of all things and pulling her to her feet.

Heading for the kitchen, and it was clear that Ophelia had been giving them space. Two cups of tea were clearly ready, on a tray to be carried out. There was a small table in the kitchen, given a lack of rooms beyond the basics in the house. Pulling out her chair, "I hadn't intended this to turn into a dinner date." Not that he minded at all.