I'll pass. ( it is curt and right to the point, not only because he has the very real feeling that they are being followed and this conversation seems to distract him from it, but the truth is that he's a terrible cook. he'd rather skip that part and just get the food, thank you very much. )

You don't get a saying in this. ( what about what he wants? what if doing so actually makes him happy? no one is making him do it, that much is clear. it really doesn't seem to be the moment to talk about something so sensible, because not only her seems to be on edge anymore, he might say something he might (or not) regret later. the sound gives him pause, there is something horribly familiar about it. )

If you're trying to get into my pants, allow me to stop you right there, it will not work. ( is he trying to lighten the mood? maybe. it's terrible, he knows it, but he doesn't want to focus on something he had noticed for a last few meters, it cannot be his imagination at this point. he has to ask... )

... Does it smell like maple to you...? ( ...oh. )