[ He thinks it's sweet that Dirk would think to offer even if his cooking skills may be lacking. It provides K a smooth opening to turn it into more of a proper dinner date, which of course he's going to take. ]

I could cook for you. I've had enough practise I'd like to say I'm good at it. [ Perhaps ironically, considering his own limited needs when it comes to these things; far fewer than a human. He'd taken an interest in improving his cooking skills mainly for the sake of feeding others. It should serve him well now, he hopes. ] But you can be the judge. What are some meals you like?

[ With ingredients that might also be available in Trench, preferably. But he wouldn't mind finding out more about Dirk's preferences in general, either. ]

I'll admit I may have been curious... [ Might as well be honest. ] But he didn't know that. He didn't send any. And was relatively polite about it. Said something about not being into the non-con scene. [ Look, that counts as polite to K, especially compared to the treatment he receives in his home universe. He's smiling as he glances at Dirk. "A good experience." That's certainly a choice of words. ] Are you disappointed he didn't send them?