[ He's grateful. Truly. So much so that he exhales in obvious relief, the tension draining from his muscles. He even slumps for a moment, as though abruptly freed of a heavy burden. But just for a moment--then he's looking up, smiling, easy and natural, as if they've been speaking this casually the entire time. ]

I wouldn't dare hold you to the standards of a professional. Besides, my experience with chocolate is quite limited. So long as it's dark, I'll take it.

[ He gets to his feet; makes a show of dusting himself off. ]

Lead the way.