[There's a slight movement of his jaw, barely noticeable, the clenching of his teeth to keep from busting out laughing at the awful pick-up line. What, did Billy look these up on Google when they were still in New York? He had to.

He disguises the look with a raised eyebrow and a hooded, unimpressed gaze, and then he reaches his hand up to ruffle Billy's hair.]

Grow a few more years, kid; you might be on to something. [Finally, he does take the pastry, and he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he takes a bite out of the treat, giving his boyfriend a thoughtful look. Once he finishes chewing, he gives him a grin.]

Now, that doesn't mean you're not welcome on my starship. Maybe I can take you along sometime.