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Ukko gawks at the question, feigning his own offense when she suggests it was his job to buy the meal.  He narrows his eyes, then shakes his head.  

“I’m trying to bust gender norms, thankyouverymuch,” he corrects with a slight shrug.  He lifts his head proudly, turning away from her glance as he feels her tail wrapped around his own.  Ukko cranes his neck a little to look back at the smokey female with his grin turning into a full smirk.  He bounces a few feet away quickly, putting some distance between them and out of temptation.  “I could go for some sushi.”

How long to keep up the facade, Ukko's unsure, but they were close enough that someone walking by might be suspicious.  He shifts his weight to keep her busy and distracted long enough. 

"Name's Ukko."