She didn't even notice that he was holding her hands on his bed. She was still pretty much in shock-mode.
"Really? Henry... Harry," she corrected herself, "you don't even know me, though. I wouldn't know what to do, where to go... a career? A real singing career?"
If he wasn't careful, she was going to start crying again.
"How can I repay you? No, I mean it, tell me, please."