*opens his mouth reflexively, because of course he did, he spent hours trying to figure out what you would like and what would look beautiful on you and... and...*
*shuts his mouth* *stares at you, utterly dumbfounded (and you might expect him to squeak like a kicked puppy, but he's not quite that pathetic yet)* *somehow wobbles the words free* You—you're—? *his eyes growing rounder* I'm—you have a—?