Well, she'd learned to control her temper since coming to Earth. A bit. Enough to not slap him at first. Though not enough to explain the offer-where had that come from? It certainly had nothing to do with his height, his broad shoulders or the way his shirt clung to his pecs.

No, it had nothing to do with that.

"Strange, that money isn't your style but food is. Though it is good to know what bribes you will accept." The dig didn't stop her from handing over a plate, before returning to her own to eat it, this time picking off each of the ingredients one at a time with her fork to taste them independently. She had no great expectations about them, save perhaps the duck confit, but perhaps one or two might prove worthy of repeat patronage.