<i>Eh, yes, you.</i>he mutters softly, a blush rising to his pale cheeks as well as he fidgets uncomfortably, his eyes not really knowing where to go. he takes a sip from a nearby drink, not really caring whether it was owned and shakes his head.<i>I can leave, if you want.</i>he says, looking at her, looking a bit ashamed at his body''s honest reaction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>