Onyxx was dumbfounded for a second, and then laughed and shook his head. "Well, guess that answers that, huh?" He stuck his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooking in the nearest belt loops. "Yeah, I'm in a hotel. I got it with the money that I found in my pockets." He didn't add that there was a lot more of it than most normal people carried on them. He didn't want to think about the implications of that just yet.
He really wasn't sure where to go from here. "That works." After a minute he glanced away, suddenly finding it hard to meet her eyes. "Never been fishing." He pulled one hand out of his pocket to scratch at his head, clearly uneasy about talking about this. "They, uh, never were big on the bonding in the foster homes." With a little laugh he added, "Guess they figured tax deductions can't really handle a rod."
And just like that his hand slid back into his pocket and he was back into his attempts at being relaxed. "But I definitely wanna wrestle at least one. Jaws ain't got nothin' on me." He grinned a little and winked in an exaggerated, humorous fashion. Then the humor faded a little bit, and was replaced with a genuine smile. "You look great, y'know."
Compliments were always a good way to start a date. That much, at least, he did know.