Roy stepped in, letting out a laugh. He couldn't help it.

"Not quite, on either count. My memory's good enough to remember your birthday from when we were both kids." Roy walked over to the kitchenette, pulled out a pan, and set it on the stove top. "And I'd never dream of getting a woman to ask me out. I wouldn't be able to look Madam Christmas in the eye if I were to do that. I'm just saying that this is an opportunity for a good, free dinner."