"I'm not inherently opposed on principle but I'm not in the mood and it has to be a specific kind of pizza. Otherwise the flavor profiles clash," he argues as he goes to the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of water for himself.

He flashes an easy smile in response. "A little bit of a downgrade from the sale Nordstrom suit or the really good one that's in my locked storage." There doesn't seem to a need to keep up appearances and maybe this is a decidedly softer image but it's his home and he thinks they should probably be comfortable around one another.

He flicks the cap for the water into the trash. "Did you decide?"