Gentaro's just glad she didn't spew any martini on him; whatever she put in those things was strong, and it lingered until he shampoo'd at least twice. (Grandpa always said he was being paranoid, but alcohol would dehydrate his ends!)

He only barely follows along, mostly because he was used to being in a crowd of six or seven talkative people all the time. "Well, it might've worked. Only even when you were being sneaky I was staring back," he admits, coloring, and that's all she gets before he leans forward, resting his left hand on her arm and his right on her cheek, and kisses her.

It's not exactly graceful, but he hopes it'll get his point across.