[He crams more breakfast in his mouth just out of a need to be indignant.]

No, like, I think he's being super genuine and I'm a fucking mess, Mags, what else does it sound like?

[What if he yelled into these eggs? What if he did it? He idly takes a bite of toast, grimaces a little, and waves his hand to sprinkle some prestidigitation on there. Let's make that taste like toast now, thanks.]

I'm just tryin' to enjoy whatever I get before he wises up and figures out not every dude who offers to tentacle your dick is The One, okay.