In whichever way feels right to you. Of course, deciphering "right" can be the tricky part, I suppose...

[ He's quiet for a few seconds, eyes still on the kettle, before he flicks a glance over at her. He does well to keep his tone and expression neutral, but those long ears sink a little. ]

You and I, then? —Would you... like some time?

[ He hates to ask it, for fear the answer will be "yes". But he's never hidden from this kind of openness, not even now. ]