He could ask her again, 'Why not?', and continue down that path. An admittedly awkward one, but he doesn't want to get stuck repeating himself, just to make her question her feelings. Swinging his own legs a bit, he picks up his spoon again, giving the liquid of the soup a swirl.

Thinking a little, not sure if he knows how to put into words what he wants to say, but...

"It's not bad, you know, to be a little loud sometimes. Just like it's okay to be shy, or quiet, or to like humming. But... I think a Madoka who'd grab a guy's hand and take him to make food to cheer him up isn't so different from one who'd be just as brave to ask if she needed help. As long as she gave it a go - she'd see it wasn't such a big deal after all."

He looks over to her, smiling, tender and reassuring; wanting to instil in her the idea, and maybe it can take seed and come to fruition later on.

And maybe those are words that he should take to heart, himself - that no matter the apprehension and worries that cling to himself this late, they're really...no big deal.

Not wanting to put pressure on her though, just sitting there and staring, he turns back to his soup, bring some up to his mouth and swallowing it whole.

"Mmm.. I love fishy soup like this!"