[Oh, he remembers their first meeting well; him moving to catch her before she could end up sprawled in a pile of dead bodies and his cheek stinging for hours afterward, although he hadn't been upset about it.
No, he'd understood why J had reacted that way.] I didn't mean that your skin isn't-- [He sounds like a fool with all this pausing and stammering, but he isn't sure what to say half the time he's around her. The wink doesn't help lessen the flushing of his cheeks, either.]
I am, ja. What does she think of your smoking habit?
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No, he'd understood why J had reacted that way.] I didn't mean that your skin isn't-- [He sounds like a fool with all this pausing and stammering, but he isn't sure what to say half the time he's around her. The wink doesn't help lessen the flushing of his cheeks, either.]
I am, ja. What does she think of your smoking habit?