He shook his head slightly when she confronted him with the fact that he was staring. He glanced down at his hand, removed it from her knee and gripped his beer bottle with it instead. He began to peel the label from it. "You know Sweets' manuscript? You read it, right?"
He glanced up at her, wanting her to know where he was coming from, wanting to build it up without jumping right in. Cause he knew that if he jumped right in, she'd flip out and that would be the end of it. If he built it up, laid the groundwork, maybe he'd have some moderate success. Maybe.