((Normally he might return the smile quickly, but he's a bit distracted presently. The hand's movement draws his attention, his eyes drifting downward with it, and lingered perhaps a little more than he'd wanted. His head may lift, but his eyes don't seem to come up as fast, admiring her. "Holy macaroni," slips out under his breath, but as soon as he meets Nill's eyes again, he realizes he's been ogling. His body tenses up; his ears feel hot. He gulps, a bit reluctant to speak suddenly.)) You... look--ZOUNDS!!! ((he nearly jumps STRAIGHT out of his shoes, turns to the rabbit.)) Augh alright buddy you've lost company rights. Shoo soo, got get punch for us or something and think of what you've done. ((He fans the rabbit off. FREEDOM AT LAST.))

((He bends over a bit and rubs the spot he'd been stabbed. Oh cool blood!!!1!!!!!1 Freaking cool. At least it's not much... He pulls out a handkerchief to wipe his hand.)) Geez... Hehe, hope you've a better date than I do tonight!

((Not that he necessarily forgets what he was going to say before, but the courage is gone now.))