Warren chewed his lip again, and then gave his shoulders a shrug. See, he wasn't going to be horribly picky. If she cast it now, he'd spend a night on the town.

And he'd spend it on the town shirtless, if he felt like it.

... No, probably not.

"Any time that's okay for Tara," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "I... don't suppose you wouldn't mind doing this more than once before the week is through? I would gladly reimburse you for any ingredients that you end up using."

And then some, really. This was Warren. He was a Worthington.