He chokes on his coffee. Between the pet name and the teasing lilt of Hythlodaeus' voice, the implication could not be clearer. As he tries to cough out the few drops which went the wrong way down his windpipe, he looks to Hyth, eyes watering.

"I-- ah, that is, I would love to," he splutters. "And you may try some of mine as well."

And he knows exactly how Hythlodaeus probably plans to share their desserts as well.