[ He smiles, a little shy, a little self-deprecating, more than a little amused. He takes the words to heart, even if he's edging toward levity when he answers. ]

You think I'm cute?

Being myself is what I'm afraid of. That didn't exactly get me a lot of second dates before the war. Didn't exactly get me a lot of first dates, either.

But, uh. Coffee I can do. Just so long as you don't send me into a Starbucks for a double shot iced mocha espresso whipped strawberry-pumpkin frappathingo. That I'm liable to get wrong.