She regarded him with a rather inquisitive look as she continued to run her brush through her beautiful curls.<span style="font-style: italic">Is he hitting on me? There's no way, right?</span>She noted that he smelled different... Good. That was about as far as her thoughts got before she blocked them. thinking farther on such things might break the calm mood she forced herself into. Though his face and reaction to seeing her in a dress gave her pause. She was stunned and at that point she turned into a blushing mess. She wasn't turned on, but something about him liking the way she looked filled her with affection. This was after his flexible comment almost made her laugh audibly. It was whiplash to her mind. She really had no clue how to react to what he was doing. She took a breath and smiled back at him in a similar way if she intended it or not. His next words... they definitely took her off guard.<span style="font-style: italic">Was that... him asking to eat me out? No of course not i'm just falling for his teasing.</span>She mentally took a step back and then grinned at him intending on teasing him back. "Better, not that you'll get the privilege to taste." She giggled and sat next to him.<br/><br/>"But onto lunch, we seem a tad overdressed for it. I would rather us save going out until dinner... Could i maybe cook you something? I'm much better than i used to be honest!" When she last cooked for him she was 14 and it was dreadful. He probably still ate it and said it was good, but she knew that it was awful. "I've been cooking ever since i moved out... And even though you hate him. My boyfriend is a great cook." That implying that he had taught her. She wanted to do something for Gerard. She felt like he'd done so much for her even through the bad things he did. She though had done nothing for him and that ate at her "I just... would feel bad if i couldn't do something for you."