"I'm pretty sure you could kick my ass, so I don't doubt it." He said with a raised brow and shaking off the image of her lips pursed around her straw. Flipping open the pizza box he eyed the disc of grease and cheese critically before deciding that it was acceptable, and that the smell might have even been worth the wait. Grabbing his chair, he casually pulled it from the opposite side of the table and a little closer to her own before taking a seat.

"As for sticking with you... well, there are definitely worse things I could imagine."