After Yolanda took her piece, Silas chose his, lifting the slice up and watching the melyed cheese cling to the other slices. He took a bite, savouring the flavour. "You know you're the only one I love, my dear," he said, mouth still half-full. 

He swallowed and did nothing to hide his growing amusement. Yolanda was speaking to him as though he was an old friend, as if they weren't in a situation that might change or end their lives. It felt oddly refreshing. Yolanda was a good person with a good job. She was, in every sense of the word, out of his league. Then again, when had that ever stopped him.

Finishing up his slice, he asked, "What do you normally do for fun? I mean, other than getting kidnapped by a hunk and eating pizza."