[She doesn't know where he would get that idea...]

Shall we have a slice of apple pie...? [She's still consumed with the basket, as though there's nothing more pressing than dessert on her mind, though there's a softness to her voice that wouldn't normally be there.] Ah...now, I have shown you mine. Won't you show me yours?

[Half-joking, not terribly concerned with whatever his weapon is. When he enters negotiation mode, she looks up at him, resting her chin on her steepled fingers.]

I want a good night's sleep. What would you like?