"I tend to wear a lot of black. Or denim," he said conversationally as he fetched his water bottle. He didn't know why he felt the need to say that. He wasn't typically so awkward around women unless he really liked them. Either that, or her nervous nature was contagious. Perhaps it was both. Bottle in hand, he turned back toward her and followed her gaze. "Heh. Yeah. I've been meaning to clean, I'm just... not much of a clean person, I guess." He made a face. He really needed to work on his A-game.
He gestured toward the front door and hovered a hand at her lower back in an effort to get her moving without actually touching her. It wasn't so much that he thought she had cooties or anything, but more that he had a sense about whether or not a woman liked or wanted to be touched. And he was perceptive enough to know that if she initiated any contact like that, great, but otherwise he'd keep his hands to himself.