"But would he offer?" She asks, grinning. He's a puppy. She won't judge capability on that, but she doesn't feel out of line questioning willingness. To say nothing of relative jadedness between the three of them, of course. It's with a hopelessly fond roll of her eyes that she nods along with the latter comment, scooting into the arm of the chair. Enough distance between them he can sit with her when food's done. Hugs are out, but it's proximity enough.

"Better. I'll have you know he's my Soldat, and I'm not giving up however shabby or smart alecky he gets. Cocoa's on the line."