[he's all good for like two seconds, and then a rather surprising rush of jealousy flushes his neck. It's not that he doesn't trust the ladies, but the cook would enjoy getting a rubdown from them way too much. Tries to play it down, though.]

Mind? Why would I mind? It's not like they're gonna give you the time of day after they poke and prod your skinny ass.

[so lame, since he knows that ass isn't skinny at all anymore. His insults are suffering from this newfound tangle of feelings.]