[He does have a sense of humor... almost. It's just rarely let loose. So for her to unintentionally tease out a part of it that's neither sardonic or snide is something of an accomplishment.

He's just not going to admit that. Instead, he'll just focus on the conversation.]

It's not horrible, I just don't like sweet things.

[He prefers them bitter, like his soul.

Shrugging at that, he glances at the door, then back to her.] Maybe next time then, or after you finish for the night. Were you planning on staying after the next song, or you heading home?