[The returned grip is reassuring and he can't resist the urge to smile. Kurt lowers the other hand to the collar of his shirt, drawing it up to lightly sniff. It's for a reason; he's not weird, okay?] At least I can sort of cover it up?

[Yeah, that flush is not disappearing anytime soon. After clearing his throat, he shrugs his shoulders, lowers the arm from his neck to rest on his knee and turns away.] No, I ... I don't. You would be the first to get me between yourself and a wall.

[That sounds way worse than it really should.]