"Displease... Jesus, no. You're... well, look at you." Because that was supposed to imply that she was hot and clearly out of his league. And she was a redhead.

God, he loved redheads. Feisty.

He patted his pockets, reminded about the other apples. "Ah, look, don't take this the wrong way, but I have... well, I got this way because of an apple? So, um, if you... I mean, if you want to, I mean, it's- might make you feel good?" He was an eager partner, yes, and given time and space, he would give his all to make sure his partner had a good time. But he had no idea what was going to happen when Mt. Jensen blew, and he just wanted to make sure she wasn't left holding a poorly filled bag.