He was glad she was playing along with him, challenging his bluff -- right up until she bested him with the threat of taking off her clothes. He laughed in the initial moment following that statement, his mind needing a second to process that thought. And once he had, and his imagination was painting an image to match her offer, he looked as though he'd swallowed a bug.
He coughed, and his hand immediately went to his brow to push his hat over his face; it froze once it got there, as he remembered his hat wasn't there to hide him, to disguise how ruddy his face was getting.
"Right," he said in the pause, trying to focus on anything but that mental image dancing in front of his mind's eye. "I mean, no, not right, but um."
He groaned. So much for Mr. Smooth. Time to change tactics.
"If yer 'ungry, we can go ahead and pick up something. Thought we might visit the arcade after. I'll show ya what I'm really good at." ... which apparently wasn't dates.
Whoops, he misunderstood. :>
He coughed, and his hand immediately went to his brow to push his hat over his face; it froze once it got there, as he remembered his hat wasn't there to hide him, to disguise how ruddy his face was getting.
"Right," he said in the pause, trying to focus on anything but that mental image dancing in front of his mind's eye. "I mean, no, not right, but um."
He groaned. So much for Mr. Smooth. Time to change tactics.
"If yer 'ungry, we can go ahead and pick up something. Thought we might visit the arcade after. I'll show ya what I'm really good at." ... which apparently wasn't dates.