Molly & Wesson
Oh he definitely was suffering from 'oooh shiny hot girl' daze when looking at Molly. And he was trying REALLY hard not to be that guy who was staring too hard or trying too hard. Which was probably why the accidentally kinda cool hipster ended up rambling on a tangent that would probably have turned off other girls. And it was a good thing for him the Molly Jones was not that girl. Instead she flashed that brilliant smile at him as she told him that even though he wasn't wrong about those points, she was pretty sure she was a really good judge of character and she could bet he was not a fuckboy.
And he did not miss the way her eyes lit up at the subject of consent and it was his turn to have his eyes light up as she said she wanted to talk about consent and that she was dared to kiss a stranger and had picked HIM. He only dwelled on that for a moment, before he was excitedly nodding at her.
"YES!" His own face lit up at this entire concept. "THAT is how you ask someone to be part of a dare! You don't just grab them and kiss them!" Catching himself he cleared his throat, distracted again by her tucking a strand of electric blue hair behind a dainty ear.
"I enthusiastically consent to kissing you. Or you kissing me and me kissing you back. You know, details." A charming smile crossed his lips and he ran a hand through his hair again as he looked down at her beautiful face.
"To be clear, I'd enthusiastically consent to kissing you, even if it wasn't life and death."