Just when he was about to get a handling on this again he immediately goes beet red. He really feels like he's being pulled into a trap right now, or fallen into one already. By the gods he's glad his friends aren't here to see this. "No, I-I mean yes, wait no that didn't come out right. You're very nice but I don't wanna be rude and..."

Another lump begins forming in his throat. Again Connal forces it down. He briefly wonders if she'd be offended if he just ran out the door.

"Uh..." Wait, where did that arm come from? He thought she didn't have arms.

Forcing himself to look up, Connal takes her hand and shakes it. He refuses to look at anything but her face. "I'll do my best."