[ He laughs, head tipped back easily. ] Sorry, I don't mean to be. [ And he doesn't. He's not worried about going too fast, but he's really got work to do, and if he already lets her completely derail and distract him, he's never going to get anything done, ever again.

He pulls back, grabbing his shirt back from the floor and pulling it on, leaving the charcoal smudges where they are, wanting the reminder. ]

What about pizza, tonight? At mine? Or whatever else you want, I'm not exactly picky when it comes to food.