It was reflex that caused him to raise his chin lightly, although he couldn't decide whether it was to aid her in her inspection or turn away. Then again, he couldn't help grasping at the casualness with which she was treating the situation, and while he felt mildly disconcerted by talking so normally about himself engaging in physical violence, it was an alternative.
"It was nothing less than I expected him to do," He replied, perhaps a little evasively still, before closing the door behind her to lead her through the living room to the kitchen.
He'd made Kung Pao and sesame dumplings to the best of his ability, remembering somewhere in the back of his head that she'd claimed to like it -- maybe just a trick of his memory, but since he wasn't going to bring it up, he had no expectations to begin with. Although far more practiced in Japanese cuisine, he felt comfortable subjecting not only himself but a friend to the results, and at least the variety had taken part of his mind off of matters during preparation.
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