He hates to admit it, but he feels a lot more comfortable when she starts getting dressed. It's not that he's a prude or anything, but he only really feels comfortable around other women in that level of nudity when he's reached an intimate level with them that he absolutely hasn't at this point, not here, not yet. "Sorry," he admits, seeing as he's made her go out of her way for this. "I just didn't want to stare and be pervy and lewd the first time we met."

"I think even if the flatware started talking to me, I'd just hush it up and eat. I don't know what they could say that would make me lose all appetite," he admits. "I mean, I know where burgers come from and still happily eat them."