He watched her as she lowered her gaze, and noticed the hand wringing. He shifted a little closer, like for some reason that might help. He just barely kept himself from reaching out to put a hand over hers or something. He didn't know her that well yet, so he didn't want to go bursting the personal space bubble for what could be a really unwanted contact. Still, the urge was there, and he actually shut up for a while, listening to everything she had to say as he watched her.
He ducked his head to capture her gaze again if she let him. Letting it all sink in, he mulled it over. He had to smile when he made her laugh, though. That was good. He liked making people laugh, smile. And of course he was affected again by her even if he had zero clue that it happened. All he knew was he felt really good for a bit there, and he beamed at her, happy.
"Good to know. And yeah, kinda scary, I won't lie, but if you know your own power, then you can do what you can to make it safer, yeah? I mean, my stuff can't actually make anyone do anything? But it definitely strips away inhibitions a lot of the time. People don't think clearly when they're overwhelmed and driven by one pure, unfiltered emotion. Sometimes that can get dangerous. Like rage bombs? I... let's hope I never have to drop one. I like other ones much better."
Then he grinned at her, an impish expression, and leaned forward to whisper to her. "But if you ever want to have some fun here, and make things incredibly awkward? I could drop a truth bomb. That shit gets interesting."