Funnily enough, Angeal wouldn't have thought of it too much on his own. It's a perfectly serviceable phrase when it comes to feeding someone. But seeing Squall go that nice pretty red, and quickly correct himself...

"I don't mind whatever sauce," Angeal says simply. "So we'll go with dealer's choice on that one. And maybe afterwards..."

For just a moment, he leans in close, speaking into Squall's ear. "We'll see about what other solid things we can put in me." Just like that, he leans back again, looking almost maybe innocent.