Presto & Wichita
"Really? Cool!" He smiled at her, and nodded.
Her hand made him swallow, and his eyes went wide. Nobody, not a soul, had ever quite touched him like that. He had... coupled, once, with a girl, in the heat of after battle, but that was it. Nothing like touching and kissing and... consciousness.
Her words made him blush. "I would always ask. I'm not... er, good with the whole... talking and flirting thing." His brain felt like it was melting a little, really. He looked down, then smiled.
"Are you sure... ah... that you're not drunk?"
Because she was hot, and all, and gods, that look she was giving him could melt steel, but he had no desire to take advantage of anyone. And why would anyone ever want him?