Raj hadn't taken a seat on the bed due to being raised that women deserve respect and personal space. So when she took a place on the bed he had out of respect hadn't assumed he had permission to join her in her personal space. Aka the bed. And so to be respectful he had taken a place upon the floor. He looks at her.<br/><br/>"Alright. I only sat on the floor because I didn't wish to assume you would be comfortable with me being on your bed with you. Due to it is your personal space even more than this room is." he says honestly.<br/><br/>Getting up and sits on the bed. Diagonally in front and next to her. "I was raised to respect women and their need for personal space. My mother is the one who was the teacher of that lesson. And so I was respecting your space until asked or given the okay to sit that close to you." he explains softly. Smiling warmly at her.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "Yes." he says. Blinking. "Yes. I see...I went from Europe to the American Country. How interesting." he says honestly. Smiling a bit. "Wow...that is actually rather exciting." as he speaks his eyes are shining with excitement. And he smiles at her. Tilting her head to the side. "Is everything alright? You seem caught off guard and puzzled over something. At least that is what your eyes are saying." he says softly.<br/><br/>Looking at her. He smiles. "I thought so too but I didn't wish to make the same mistake I made in Paris here. I thought I had a friend with a woman...she tried to seduce me after spiking a drink she made me." he says seriously. "It didn't work. Those french women in Paris are very...persistant. To put it nicely." he says softly. Blushing a bit. "Yeah. I know. Difference between her and you though is...I actually like you and find you very attractive." he says. Totally oblivious to how straight forward that sounded.