[In Person] *he doesn't even know what to do anymore. He's woken up in a strange room in a world that isn't even his own and in bed with someone he doesn't know but who's really nice and really super good looking and who apparently thinks he is, somehow, or something or... he doesn't know!*
*he makes a soft little sound, something squeaked and maybe a little terrified, as those hands pull his own away from his face. He keeps his eyes closed, though, not really wanting to look up just yet. Those blue eyes watch him in ways that make him feel kind of funny. Not bad, h-he thinks anyways... no, all he keeps thinking is 'why are you not completely grossed out by me like everybody else?!' it's really throwing him off*
*that voice, though, is kind of compelling, and he's always been a polite, good boy, so as the green hedgehog speaks, he lifts his head a little bit, not pulling his hands away from the ones holding them, until he can look up at bright blue with maybe a little scared emerald. It's not fear -at- Scourge, though. Just the sort of scared that comes from something entirely new that not only has he never dealt with before, but that he never in his life ever thought he would*
*his ears fold back at that, looking at the long double scars for a second, before he blinks back up, brows furrowing, lightly*
... b-but... your scars aren't ugly or anything like that... you look like... super sexy bad boy rockstar...
*before he realizes that yes, he did just say that like that, and his eyes widen, sharply, before the blush hits all over again, straight across his cheeks and right to his eartips*