[he is so incredibly out of his element that each attempt to answer her dies on his lips before he can form the words. How is he supposed to respond? Oddly enough, underneath all the embarrassment and awkwardness he feels kind of offended, too, because—]

Who's gonna make who scream their name? [oh there it is, there's his voice, all set to get him into trouble]

—b-besides, you didn't give me a chance to ask who you were, you jumped into talking about fucking and caught me by surprise!

[. . . yeah he can't deny he looked at her chest, curses]