He fidgets as she starts to approach before slowly lowering himself with a sprawl of tentacles so that he is closer to her height. Indeed, he has nothing to fear from her alone. His nervousness has nothing to do with whether she is a threat or not. There's just something about tonight that has him on edge around anyone who is not an obvious friend.

"...Perhaps it is not whether you can see it but whether its light enters your eyes," he suggests. "Unless your blindness is such where the membrane itself disallows light..."