[He shrugs, not quite dismissing her words but it hadn't happened for him yet, so it seems a distant hope that it would matter. He curls his hand over hers against his chest.]

I don't make the best impression, I know that. Certainly not to a squeaky clean American hero.

[He snorts softly at the joke.] And this is why I have you. Men stay home, do the cooking, women take on Black Friday and important political targets.

[He offers a small smile.] Not your fault. I know you would've been there if you could.

It was kind of... mutual kissing. More than a friend.