[If his expression's any indication, he's not sure what he thinks of it. Some combination of flustered and uncertain and - somewhere in there, though he's doing his best to quash it down - a spark of bright interest.]

[He swallows, hard, and glances away.]

O-okay, uh. I guess. I guess I better start giving orders for real.

Uh.

[It takes him a couple of seconds, to think of something; the line between what he wants and what he feels is actually appropriate to ask of her seems like a wall lined with barbed wire, only he's not quite sure where it is, and he doesn't especially want to end this with either of them bleeding.]

...how bout. How bout you take off your coat...?