The manners she was using unnerved him. Somehow it wasn't as easy to have his footing around her if she wasn't snapping at him about something. At least then there was some back and forth. Now he felt like he was falling forward in the vacuum of aggression she left.
"Well. It's mighty nice." He offered quietly, folding his hands. His face took on a vaguely wide eyed look, a hint of earnesty there as he suddenly felt completely out of his element. Mal struggled for common ground, but couldn't bring himself to antagonize her.
"So. I - Uh, just sit here, hm?" Ah. Clearly he hadn't been a client. He looked awkward in his own charming way, trying not to upset the odd balance she had begun by inviting him in.
Why had she invited him in? She never invited him in. he barged in, they argued, and then he barged out. That's the way it worked. Suddenly he had no idea what to do with himself.