His face was plum purple (the dark elf equivalent of being red as a beet) as he sat up. "I'm not a pervert!" he exclaimed angrily, "I just... Just dunno how to talk to girls... S'pecially pretty ones..." his anger cooled into an embarassed meekness, but he perked up again. "Go somewhere?" he asked, "Like a date?"<br/><br/>((Speaking of which, me and my fiance are getting ready for one, so I might be a bit unresponsive.))