"You're laughing, you think I'm funny. Funny's good." It wasn't quite clear as to if he was talking to her, or simply rambling on a bit too loud to himself. Whichever it was, it certainly seemed pleased with the conversation thus far. Unlike Jean, the possibility of this being a date didn't plague his thoughts. It wasn't conscious, his brain just wasn't wired that way. He was fairly daft when it came to possible romantic overtones.
"Come now, there must be something. Everyone has things…things they do: knitting, hang gliding, underwater basket weaving. Ooh, or maybe you collect something! Buttons, bottlecaps, ugly Christmas jumpers… "
Clearly he was going to continue until she offered up something—despite the fact he'd yet to mention any sort of chit-chatty factoid about himself.