[He does like a flustered woman. Sort of. Part of him doesn't particularly care either which way. But there's a sense of empowerment somewhere in him still.

He motions absentmindedly, as if to direct her elsewhere.] It certainly would be nice if people did that more. But then, I suppose the same ought to be said of me. [His smile is slight, mayhap only half of his mouth, but present all the same.] Perhaps we can make an agreement on trading information. I happen to be a bit skilled in that.