He made a face, all in fun, when she commented about her team colors knowing that this would be one serious bone of contention between the two of them; he'd not have it any other way. Bliss between himself and anyone simply caused him the want to yawn after all. Commenting that the color looked 'bloody good' on her, he glanced back towards the kitchen area as Michelle commented on the time it was taking for their tea to come and missed her tugging the cloak back on.

Looking at her, a smile that bordered on a laugh worked its way onto his lips at the modesty that she tried to cling to; but that was most definately a part of her that he truly was falling for.

"Ya know, love," he winked, "you shouldn't worry yourself any about the dress. Not enough to make yourself uncomfortably warm."

The tea, and all the decidely unmanly foodstuffs, was brought to the table then, the moment being taken over by Puddifoot as she crooned and cooed and asked if they needed anything else before, being assured by Luke that they were fine, she left.

Arching a brow, he stared, with some trepidation, at the Valentine Special. "I hope this is just the starter course," he muttered, reaching for a pink colored sandwich of some sort that couldn't have been much bigger around than a very large-sized galleon.