"Only the ones who're expecting someone else to take it off." He gives her another good look in the soft light. "But I like this on you anyways," he adds with a grin.

He sets the bakery box and the forks on the desk before shedding his jacket. "Things're-- fine. 'M just a little tired, is all. And that? Is only the best cheesecake in New York. Via Bar, of course. Thought I'd give you a little taste of what you can get when you visit the city..."

A beat, as he sidles up close to her and leans in to murmur wryly against her ear,

"...and then maybe you can try the cheesecake."