GOB certainly didn't mean to be sweet. He's generally only sweet by complete accident, and now was no exception. Of course, if he thought it would get him somewhere, he would study everything possible to get a hot girl to like him, though he rarely took that kind of effort. Seemed more work than it was worth.
"No problem," he said, and meant it. He certainly wouldn't have offered if he thought it was, GOB didn't do anything for anyone that was a problem for him, that was kind of his deal. He smiled at her, momentarily reminded of how young and naive she seemed. Damn, he needed to keep it together. It would be awful to take advantage of a sweet girl, but if she happened to like him, who was he to stop that? She was legal, that was where his morals tended to end.
At her question, GOB shrugged and frowned a bit. "I dunno, some people seem to tolerate me okay, I have a few friends, but it's not the same. I have the st-" he paused, not wanting to reveal what he'd been reduced to in order to make money. Not that he minded stripping. He'd even gotten pretty good at it. "My coworkers," he finished. "My mom is here, but she hates me more than most people. I don't know, I guess I rub people the wrong way."