A small but warm smile tugs at her lips at the endearment, even though she knows it's just for show. It's stupid of her to feel that flicker of... well, warmth, somewhere behind her breastbone, but she can't quite deny it either. Shaken out of such musings, she murmurs a thanks when he goes to take away her empty bowl, tingles creeping up her arm where it brushed his. Swallowing, she struggles a bit to refocus, starting to push to her feet. "Let me help you clean up."