He had to work to hold back the bark of a laugh he wanted to expell at her reply to him. She really didn't have a clue as to what he was reading and though he didn't try to figure out precisely what she thought he was reading, he knew, at the least, that it was a far, far tamer phrase than he was looking at. Holding her gaze, he gave a slow nod.

"Aye. Not quite the scene that one would be likely to get away with in the middle of Puddifoot's. Unless one was rather daring and prone to dangerous behavior," he said, rolling the candied heart between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke.

Were Luke as much a gentleman as say Amos, hell, even Benji, he'd have already popped the heart into his mouth and let it pass by. And though Luke could be very much the gentleman when the desire hit, he could also be very much the prat when the mood struck. Right now, the mood was dancing about with far more notice than the desire.

"But later, maybe in a far more," he paused and let the next word roll of his tongue with all sorts of innuendo, "private spot. I can wait on that."

Then, feeling like he'd let her wonder just long enough, he set the heart facedown on the table and pushed it with his forefinger towards her. It was only fair to let her know just what she was agreeing to, after all.