He thinks about saying something about that he has, during the war but it would be out of his cover and wrong to do so he just smiles over at her. "My first job out of school, worked with a couple, they were womanizers..." he teases, but of course it was the war and who wasn't at the time. Any time they got leave it was go looking for the ladies of course, and drinks.

"I'm sure they do very well but I like girls from Ohio," he says and sets his croissant down on his lap so he can wrap an arm around her shoulder and still hold on to his espresso. These moments are easy, and they seem to come more naturally as he does each one. It's like it's as easy as climbing a flight of stairs. "Climbing up that tree and crawling into the window in your parents two story..." he says with a happy sigh as he unlocks another memory, simply changing out the details but referencing the window climbing. Sure it'd been scaling a brick wall at the red room with nothing to climb but same thing right?