She always manages to surprise him. The miss is met with a muffled sound and he has barely enough time to return a bit of the gesture. The glare is a little disconcerting, as he hadn't figured it'd be that big a deal. But then again... to people like them... maybe it counts for a lot more.

He always just thought that he was intrinsically flawed in some way, since he can never form an illusion with hair or any other color. But maybe there's meaning to it. Hah, he doesn't know.

"Uh... Yeah." He nods a little, the surprise wearing off as he stands and quickly puts on another shirt. "That'd be fine."

He takes a little initiative and decides to be the one to take her hand as they leave. It seems only fair.