I do not believe you should be speaking of weirdos.

[The moment he gets the cake though, William just looks at it, because he still has some doubts.]

...never? Hmmmph.

[Those words resonate with him, for some reason. He shakes his head and then just gingerly takes a bit of the cake.

Oh blast it all. It's really good. Why is it good?]

...do not think you have won me over by the way. I just prefer to not cook.

[That's a very very indirect "I am not going to run away in the middle of the night/report you to the police" promise.]