Wild Berry Meadow breaking my back just to know your name

She was still insistent that he go provide something for her; an equivalent of take me to dinner first. He'd watched as she studied him, then planted a kiss on the bridge of his nose; a spoonful of sugar to mask the bitterness. It had barely evoked a reaction, his mind was elsewhere. 

He sighed, flicking an ear as he contemplated whether this would be worthwhile. 

What's in it for me. He asked, frowning.