He offered her a confident smile as he leaned against the railing, tonguing the inside of his cheek. He had to wonder what the effect of extracurricular activities would be on a recent gunshot wound. It was best to contemplate that sort of thing when not intoxicated, though he assumed the night would progress innocently enough. "So...Lasagna?" He eyed the bag of tomatoes in her hand before returning a similarly measured glance of assessment.