Laughing, Reed shook his head and replied enthusiastically, "Deal!" He gave her a little squeeze too, feeling increasingly comfortable with this whole walking with his arm around her arrangement. She fit there quite nicely. Come to think of it, she fit in his life quite nicely. He didn't mind the swearing, or little kitchen quirks, and was even a bit amused by being forced to watch some very bad television.
"Uh.. well... what's she like? I mean, is she smart or clever? Does she laugh at my bad jokes? Does she like cats?" It was clear from his response that he wasn't the sort to fuck a chick without being genuinely interested in her as a person. "I'd probably drool over her a bit, maybe even makeout with her, but then realize I don't even know her name or where she's from and stop."