Ah, there was that voice, those lips, those eyes that he hadn't been able to get out of his head all week. Frederic's eyes crinkled up a little as he smiled at her and dropped his hand from on top of hers almost reluctantly. "A pleasure as always," he said and stepped back for a moment to let her purchase what she needed to. Once she'd done so, he offered her his arm and remarked, quiet enough that no one could overhear but at a volume that Karen could still hear, "And I truly mean that." Why not flirt a little? After all, what else was supposed to come of these feelings? Frederic tilted his head up at two albatross flying above and the breeze blew his relatively-long hair in a fanciful way around his head. "I have your pie tin, in my satchel," he remarked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he remembered gladly what had come of her bringing over that shepherd's pie.