That threw Chase off a bit, and for a moment he could only blink at her. Maybe she didn't remember? This time when he flushed it was out of embarrassment, not really certain what to do as his confidence took a swan dive into the mush of his stomach. "Well...uh...you said..." Words, dumbass. WORDS.
"I suck at this," he said finally, but he laughed at the same time. For some reason it worked, and the knot in his belly loosened. She knew that already, and he trusted that she wasn't going to judge him on it. "The...uh....flirting in person...thing. I want to," he clarified quickly, as if there were any question. "I just...I don't. Ever. So...." He released a cough of a laugh, looking at her almost apologetically. "I lack whatever smooth is made out of."