[ Oh, it's way too late for that. ] [ —And he doesn't think Venti means it like that, but it hits different this time than it did after the dungeoncrawl, so. He shifts Venti's weight so that it's resting more on one of his hips, freeing up an arm, and his gaze on Venti's face is — kind of measuring. ]

...Right. [ Beat. ] So. Ninety percent sure this is a stupid question, but. When you say 'date', you're thinking — I'll show you how to make this drink, with an option for messing around some more? [ Because. He'd be interested in that. ] And not, like... a date-date.