[He'd prefer "Bringer of justice in an unjust galaxy, and all around turian bad-boy," but he can live with an affectionate "you dork".]

Well, I would hope so. I don't think my self esteem could take it otherwise. [He smirks.]

[Once the innuendos are out of the way, he lifts up the bag from the burger place. For someone who's been stuck out in the woods for a month, it probably smells like heaven.]

Now, I've got some disgustingly greasy food I figure we should probably eat before it gets cold. Let's get you inside, put our feet up, get a few drinks, make an evening out of it.