That usual, smug little smirk twists up the corner of one side of his mouth as he catches Barry staring, tipping his chin up as he settles into a casual swagger. He moves in past the threshold when invited in and his eyes drop to really appreciate those skinny jeans as Barry moves through the home and offers him a drink.
"Sure, one is fine. Don't want to spoil my dinner." That smarmy drawl is ever-present even when he's feeling a little nervous and new to all of this. He's not used to normal or domestic. He doesn't DO dates. But here he is.
"Smells good. Didn't know you even knew how to cook Red."
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Date: 2016-07-25 11:56 pm (UTC)"Sure, one is fine. Don't want to spoil my dinner." That smarmy drawl is ever-present even when he's feeling a little nervous and new to all of this. He's not used to normal or domestic. He doesn't DO dates. But here he is.
"Smells good. Didn't know you even knew how to cook Red."