It's a damn fucking fine first date. Almost no incidents. Maybe he;s not so shitty at this after all. He'd also very much appreciate a gift- though she could honestly give him a rock she picked up from the ground and he'd treasure it, because it came from her.

"I can agree with being glad to have met you, at least," the good people thing, he's less sure of, his thumb traces he curve of her cheekbone. "Really glad. You're...really fuckin' special, you know that?"