He thought at first that Peisinoe was put off by his dodging the topic for now, and instantly began to worry at his lower lip as she simply stood there in front of him. Part of him wondered if now would be a time to make a move for a kiss, though a larger part told himself that kissing when a girl was potentially insulted by you was bad form. When she finally spoke, however, he blinked in surprise. His lips tugged up in a smile, chuckling lightly as she explained her hesitation. “Distracting? Not something I think I’ve ever been called before,” he mused, but obviously didn’t mind. Yes, Cohen was completely oblivious to his looks, or the attention and comments from others who had you know eyes. He followed as she led him outside, eyes fixed more on her in front of him than any items that might be left out in her house. The sunshine moving over him very nearly made him sigh once they were outside, though he managed to control the urge as he instead settled beside her on the bench. The very snug bench, which spread an entirely different sort of warmth over him as the sides of their bodies lined up against each other.