[Never let it be said that he isn't a gentleman. He certainly does get an eyeful, but he's very quick to lift his chin and avert his gaze, gently clearly his throat despite the fact that he knows full well she cares little just how much he— or anyone else— sees.]

Not in recent days, no— I've found I have little patience for such things.

[Translation: even if he did try some new fad diet, chances are he's going to forget to eat and mostly sustain himself on tea for long stretches at a time, anyway. They would be a waste on him.]

That sounds full adventurous enough. I shall trust thy judgment. [He finally lowers his gaze, a smile pulling at one side of his mouth once more.] For better or for ill, we shall embark upon this venture together.

[It's just pizza, Urianger.]