Oh. That's definitely a thing. That's happening. And it's the certainty of it unknots the barely-restrained stiffness that had been trying to settle itself along his shoulders - all instantly like he's wound up on a single string and the words go and loosen everything up again, make it easier to breathe in an abrupt sort of way that leaves him blinking, just a bit bewildered.

"Okay?" He nods, maybe just a bit too fast, but focused - chin tilted up and eyes wide and yeah, that sort of settles something warm in the pit of his stomach. So he repeats it, a bit louder and a lot less wobbly. "Okay."

Bash bounces slightly, up onto his toes and shaking the rest of the excess everything out of his free hand, before trying out a far more successful grin. "I mean, you're maybe missing out on some creme brulee? But - next time?"