He was quite taken with her already, and while 4chan would never deem himself 'adorable', he was happy that she wasn't revolted or anything. He didn't mind the arm around his shoulder, either, or the dress she was wearing, or anything about this whole ordeal in the slightest. In fact, he almost seemed to perk up under her influence, wrapped under her arm like a prized little trophy, making faces at anyone who even cared to glance in his general direction. He was David, 4chan, and little mootles wrapped into a package of childish evil that well…only Ate could ever take a liking to.
"You're hot." he said, nonchalantly as she led him around. He didn't know where he was going. She could take him wherever she wanted, and it would be just as cool with him as anything else.
Really, the bar was actually kind of scary. And there were lots of people. And what was he supposed to do with his hands while he was walking with her? It didn't matter, though. His heart was excited, and pounding, and mischievous. It was safe to say he didn't have a plan, either.