Sitting down himself, Dave tries the juice and finds it sweeter than what he's used to, but not at all unpleasant. He'll just have to go easy on the honey.

He rolls his eyes at Maxxie's teasing question, though he laughs a little dryly. In a fucked up way, checking Kurt into lockers was a way of checking him out. Part of his terrible, homophobic flirting. But he doesn't want to dwell on that.

"Depends. Do people normally check you out by shoving you on the ice against a wall at high speeds? Seems like a hassle when I could just eye you up."

Dave manages to waggle his brows as he cuts up a bit of his food and brings it to his mouth, pleased with how his cooking came out.