He didn't stop grinning, even after they'd been seated. Once he was seated, and she started talking, he cut her off.
"I'm only going to say this once, because I can kind of feel my balls shriveling up right now. But - I don't know. Maybe being here is sort of a reward, or something, because the job always kept me from... well, doing this. And I kind of want to try. Y'know. Dating. Having someone." He swallowed hard, and looked around for the waiter to save him from looking entirely like a pussy. Even though the self-disclosure was true, he didn't like saying it.
"So. If you want to try, I do too. Oh, thank god. I'll have two fingers of Buschmills,neat. Or hell, whatever your priciest whisky is. Thanks."