[Her question forces him to swallow another drink of coffee a little too soon, fighting with his throat to not cough as the hot liquid goes down it. Instead, he clears his throat to try to hide that he'd nearly choked on it, taking in a deep breath before he answers her.]
Hey, that's not it at all, [he manages,] in fact it's quite the opposite. I'm perfectly capable of separating you from her, and...
[He did. He did want to kiss her, and his brain fogs up trying to move away from that fact. Damn her for being so direct with him.]
...and...
[He makes eye contact with her again, his face becoming redder. Get it together Ajax, it's not as if you haven't kissed plenty of beautiful women in the past-!]
...well, perhaps I do. Perhaps I don't. Who's to say? It's not like I've asked you if I can yet, have I?
[Inside, he knows this is a terrible, terrible way to deal with this...]
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Hey, that's not it at all, [he manages,] in fact it's quite the opposite. I'm perfectly capable of separating you from her, and...
[He did. He did want to kiss her, and his brain fogs up trying to move away from that fact. Damn her for being so direct with him.]
...and...
[He makes eye contact with her again, his face becoming redder. Get it together Ajax, it's not as if you haven't kissed plenty of beautiful women in the past-!]
...well, perhaps I do. Perhaps I don't. Who's to say? It's not like I've asked you if I can yet, have I?
[Inside, he knows this is a terrible, terrible way to deal with this...]