There's a complicated little tangle in his chest that Hawkeye's words knock on, but... a date doesn't have to be a commitment. That's what him and Rita turned into, but dates can be just for fun, and Hawk doesn't exactly seem like the date-to-marry type. Hell, God knows Phil wasn't for ages. So.

"Alright." Somewhere in the back of his head, a flowery little voice niggles at him to let himself let go a little. "Sure. Take me out some time, when you're feeling better."

It's nice that he's really, really trying to make a good impression. He wonders if he treats everybody this way or just the people he's into.

He wanders back to the table with two glasses, pouring for them both after he pops the cork. "We could dance for a little tonight too, if you want. Could help."