Not only was his deflection a mission failed, but he also was falling into the trap of watching her work so gingerly with her fingers. He wasn't going to make it out of this one alive, was he? This was nostalgic of the time when he was being thanked in the name of the country. Unfortunately the unconventional thanking came in the form of a kiss. One seen by the one person he didn't want to see it. Clearing his throat, he looked toward the decor of the cafe. If he could come up with something-- anything-- to distract Faith, that would be great. He was sitting duck out here with no back-up. Somehow, he wondered if he was going to make it out alive.
"I assume you wouldn't just want to shake hands," he offered awkwardly, not knowing he was just making this even worse with each opportunity to turn this thing around. That look in her eye had 'fondue' written all over it, but he really was just too boy scout for the likes of Faith. It wasn't that she wasn't a very attractive girl. Any other man would have reacted with the 'appropriate' response. A response that wasn't instilled in him.