[ It's pretty obvious that he isn't entirely comfortable with this conversation, what with how his eyes never really leave the table (and when they do it's only to stare into his mug of tea) but he is trying. This is important in ways he never really thought about before and although he figured out a thing or two through trial and error, it's... nice to have some guidelines. Some stability.
He remains silent for a moment once she's finished, nodding some to show that he listened. Understood, appreciates it even but there's still something that bothers him.]
There's... something else. I'm not really sure how to work around that, but... [ Deep breaths, profiler. Out with it.] I have germophobia.