[He turns towards her voice, almost before he recognizes it -- but when he does, his eyes widen and his expression takes on the look of a man staring in the face of his savior (quite literally, in this case), before it crumbles in an exaggerated show of misery and despair.]
No, I absolutely ain't! Emma, for the love of god, please save me, they've got shirts that say I'm hotter than your girlfriend. Made for men. [His eyes are actually starting to look genuinely wild as he says that.]