As Cohen stood there, taking in her features and remembering the way she smiled or laughed, even when she was doing both at herself, he was suddenly struck by how odd this was. It had been over a month since that party, yet he had found his way to her door with no invitation and no actual name given on her part. She didn't appear to be searching her mind for where she might keep her pepper spray, but he wasn't too confident at the moment it wasn't a possibility.
As Peisinoe's head tilted and her hair covered her face, he was reminded of a moment during their first meeting when she had been ashamed or saddened by something that was said and it was like she'd tried to hide her face with her hair. Cohen did the same thing he'd done then, brushing it back gently, before her apology broke through his thoughts. He tilted his head in confusion, wondering what on earth she could be sorry for. I didn't occur to him that it was from some internal monologue of her own in reaction to this wonderfully awkward situation.
He attempted to open his mouth to speak, but she was clearing her throat before extending her hand to him. A smile spread across his face as Cohen listened to her introduction, a slight flush moving over his cheeks as she mentioned thinking about him. He chuckled as she assured him it wasn't creepy, shaking his head and doing that hair thing again as he tried to find a way to get his own words in.
"I'm Cohen. It's nice to meet you," he managed first, taking her hand and shaking it decidedly before she continued. The horse connotation went right over his head, which was quite impressive given his height, as he instead tried to attempt a sheepish look of apology. "I, uh, delivered food to your sister the other night. She told me where you lived," he explained with a shrug. "Which isn't as creepy as it sounds," he added quickly. "I just remembered you'd said everyone thought Parthenope was the pretty one and I figured there weren't too many people with that name in town." He was definitely rambling, but it was impossible to stop. "I might have told her that it isn't true. About the pretty thing," he added, expression apologetic.