Mute was totally oblivious to the way he was affecting her. Well...mostly. He could tell by her reactions she was bothered by something. Yet it had been so long since he'd interacted with women beyond talking...if that. He was far from rusty where sex was concerned. He was one of those once a winner always a winner type of guy. He liked her however.  And wanted to treat her to a delicious meal.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "Hmm? They say such a thing is dangerous. Tried to confiscate them...too bad for them. I'm much smarter than any cop could be. Never found the inventory...just about destroyed the house attempting to do so thoug." he says with a playful grin. Yet it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He was clearly used to masking not showing his emotions and other actions.<br/><br/>He watched her smile. A true, geniune, and delighted smile crossed his lips. He felt relief yet didn't show it. "That is good. Follow me." he says softly. Leading her out the alley. He looks at her. "That is good. I hope you'll like my food." he says. Smile gone...mostly. If you looked closely you could see the smile that was still across those lips...subtly but there nonetheless.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later he was cooking up a storm. The small kitchen home he'd built attached to his small studio house was filled with the scents of Italian cuisine. His menu consisted of Shrimp Scampi, Garlic Knots, Garlic Breadsticks, Salad, and for dessert...a Cannoli.  He turns to her. "Dinner is served." he says. Using a fake yet clearly deceivable Italian accent. Then places the food on the table if front of her.