Sasuke hadn't spent much time with Lee, but he'd heard him around town, and thus he was not entirely surprised by the speed with which he moved from one set of assumptions to another. That did not, however, mean that he was actually prepared.

"What," he started, glancing down at himself in deep confusion as to what was wrong with his presentation (civvies, check; Uchiha shirt, check; minimal weapon complement in order to demonstrate a healthy confidence in village security, check), but before he could begin to pinpoint anything else he was forced to clutch the box of cinnamon buns more tightly to his chest out of concern that they might be ripped from his hands and forcibly turned into four.

"No, this is," he started again, trying to express without success that they weren't for his consumption at any point before the words staggered to a halt in favour of gaping at Lee in open confusion. A few seconds passed while he tried to decide what to even tackle first now that there seemed to be a break in Lee's conversation but ultimately there wasn't much of an option:

"It's not young love," he said, hopefully with enough emphasis that it would be clear. "These are for Hinata only, not for us to share." Helpfully, and hopefully, he added as explanation: "I don't like sweets."