Thomas wet his lips, his elegantly slanted eyes all but disappearing between the shy crinkles of amusement. He glanced down, clearly embarrassed, then looked back up at him, seeming entirely unwilling to look anywhere else.

He exhaled a long, slow sigh, seeming entirely taken aback. Caught off his guard, really. "I... the Black Widow. I saw you making it and it looked great!" he quickly recovered. Eyes on the prize, tonight.