"Hmm..." He hummed, quiet, but low in his throat so she could feel the slight rumble. Frankie was a real woman who just hadn't met a real man yet. She must have been playing with a lot of little boys before he just happened along "I dunno." He conceded after a moment, presenting himself as not much of a thinker.
He added, with a small trace of amusement -- perhaps to cover anxiety? "Maybe the type'a guys who give y'their jacket when it's rainin'." Again, he chuckled a little, to try and lighten the mood as soon as he said it. Grey's actions read a little self-deprecatingly. Like he didn't really think much of himself.
Not a lot could be farther from the truth. And what there was, he was sure to know about it. Besides, the truth was difficult to pin when he was around.