[He considers that for a moment. She looked flushed, but not unhealthily so. Perhaps out of delight, or perhaps due to the heat that comes from eating piping hot noodles in rich broth like this. Especially out in the open, where the heat could also add to it. He is aware of it, despite donning a jacket in the middle of a warm day, yet not looking at all uncomfortable in it.

(If it's anything more, well... This is the kind of place it is, from his observation.)

He flashes her a brilliant smile at the words, nodding once he had assessed it in his mind. None of the others seemed to worry, so his judgment seems safe.]

Despite being so beautiful? Surely, you jest. I cannot imagine company would not flock you at any moment.

[It was honest praise rather than empty flirting, meaning it wholeheartedly. She is a beautiful woman, in his eyes.]

I shall trust your judgment. Master, may I have a bowl of your finest dish?

[This is how you order, right?]