Silas smirked, as though he'd expected something like Yolanda's answer. Of course, he hadn't, but the ladies never needed to know that. All they had to see was his charming, boyish grin and listen to him compliment them until it was enough to get in their pants. After that, as per usual, he would disappear from their lives - as if their one night of heaven had been nothing but a dream. That was his usual go-to route, but he wanted something different with Yolanda.

His smirk dropped, and in its place, a more sincere smile arose. "I'd ask you out for lunch, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't appreciate a dine and dash." His eyes twinkled with glee as he placed a hand on the bridge of his nose - straightening an invisible pair of glasses. "How about I just cook for you instead? I swear, no stranger danger here."