[You're so-- you are so. Where does he even start. By crossing his arms and looking away for a minute, apparently, huffing an embarrassed laugh. It would be just a straight up laugh if there wasn't something about the atmosphere of this whole thing (snow, decorations, music around them...) that he can't quite not get self-conscious about.]
You're surely the only person I know that would compare it to fighting as a reasoning for experience. There's no way it's like that.
[That gesture isn't helping asfjdldfj but his laugh at that is a little more relaxed. Silly.] ... Very well. You may.