He covers his mouth on a snort, shaking his head. "No, though I do have to admit it feels like home wearing it. Even if it is an acquired taste." He pushed the door open for the both of them, holding it open for JW to slip inside and glances around. Self seating was convenient, just because, as a Vint, being too close to the door or windows always made him feel cold when he wasn't warmed by the weight of his armor.

The spot he picks in a compromise between the windows and the kitchen, and he'll sit like he usually does, relaxed and sprawled, though without the bulk of his armor, he doesn't take up as much space. "Sorry about Bull by the way. The big ass...He likes to...help." He swallows, knowing that if he says any more he'll be admitting that yes this is a date and yes, he is very much interested, but with them both sitting there, it's a little obvious already. "Though I don't think his help is much help at all. He skips a step or twenty in the process."