He sat up with only the slightest of smiles on his generally emotionless face. He swung one leg around before standing, and greeting her properly, by stepping closer and putting his hand on her arm and pulling her into a kiss. "You're nervous, too. We'll get that energy taken care of." He slipped away and held his knife backhanded, with the blade touching his wrist and forearm. "Though I must apologize for the other night. You seemed upset that I left. I'm a gentleman, I won't make that sort of move first." He quirked his brow briefly. "I'm never the first to strike."