The fact that Kris opened the door blew Dem's previous suspicions out of the water, for which he was glad. Though... not entirely. If Brad was there, at least he wouldn't feel strange for being in this girl's house. He hardly knew her - heck, he couldn't even remember if he'd said anything to her. Though once he saw her face, he realized she was in his ancient runes class the previous term. Or she was in there once and never went back, anyway. He kind of wanted to ask about that, but as soon as he was about to open his mouth to blurt it out, the sweet scent of delicious food wafted right in front of his nose and a wide half-grin split his face in merriment.<br/><br/>He stepped over the threshold as invited, the lost half of his smile finally finding its way into his features and he took a deep breath, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Honestly her words sort of met his ears and sort of floated past, so absorbed in the scent of food, he was.<strong>"Smells great,"</strong>he mused a little distantly, yet sincerely, watching as she left for the kitchen. And<em>wow</em>! If he couldn't approve this girl in terms of personality for Brad, he<em>certainly</em>could approve her in terms of looks! Straight-A, right there, she was.<br/><br/>Walking forward before he really knew what he was doing, Dem leaned against the wall trying to stay out of her way of the kitchen, and... oh, all the<em>food</em>! It was one thing to smell it. Another thing to<em>see</em>it - his mouth watered and his grin appeared again. Drawn back down to earth by her question, he stared at her for a few seconds wondering what she was offering.<em>'Food? Yes, yes, yes yesyesyesyes... Oh. Firewhiskey. Equally good.'</em>Nodding, grin still in place (though a little more dim for the lack of food in his hand), he forced his eyes not to stray and lust for the plates surrounding him.<strong>"Yes. Please."</strong><br/><br/>He could wait. He so totally could wait for dinner, even though the food was all right in front of him, and he could totally sneak into its mass and sneak a taste. Or two. Or, you know, five or six. He completely forgot about the firewhiskey and pushed himself away from the wall, sliding his hands out of his pockets and crossing to the other side of the room. What could he munch on without her noticing...? His eyes scanned the plates, completely mindless of whether or not she was watching, and he licked his lips with want for the food as he stared at them like he hadn't eaten in weeks.