As she jokingly refers to his eating habits, he nods some. "I was never one for fancy cuisine, even when.. she was alive.." he said, his expression darkening some, but it passes quickly. He recovers his grin, and nods when she agrees with him on the dress. "I'm glad." he said. While his mind had been on how the dress had fit his late wife back then, he had to admit to himself, he had enjoyed touching<em>her</em>, now.<br/><br/>"Hmm," he thinks for a moment, but that is interrupted by her little self-guilt. "Malin, Please stop that." he said, stopping his walk for a moment. He hoped his shortening of her weirdly pronounced name would not upset her. "You don't need to worry yourself. I can understand, this is the way you were trained." he said, gently taking her chin in his hand, and prompting her to look at him. "You can keep calling me.. that, if you like, but if you must call me something else, call me Captain, or sir, as you were before." he said, their pace slowing as he really looked at her. Those beautiful eyes, those pouty, kissable lips. He almost began leaning in for a kiss, when he stopped himself. '<strong>Tarkan, you're getting sidetracked again..</strong>' he reminded himself. He grinned softly, and let her chin go. "Why don't you surprise me with your skill? There's nothing in the stores that I do not like, so let your creativity loose." he said, hesitating for a moment, then releasing her as they came before the kitchen door.