Herbert took the pasty - oddly, he felt like he had a bit more of an appetite than he had sitting at the table and looking at Bruce and Tony be disgusting, even if it was a subtle sort of disgusting. He bit into it, chewing thoughtfully, then decided he sort of owed Kurloz, and anyway, was social interaction about things other than corpses the sort of thing that people who knew each other did?

"So do you have someone you fancy?"