Jim liked dinner, and wasn't given to brooding or otherwise ducking away from social interaction. So the chances of him refusing had been pretty slim. He hopped up.

"Sounds good," he said. He wasn't unaware of Kirk's hesitation, but he himself had never felt like he'd have refused an invitation at any point. So he was merely happy Kirk had asked, though troubled he'd been uncertain about it. "Mess, or would we attract too much attention via our combined animal magnetism?"