"Twenty years recently?" he can't help but counter, unbelievably self-deprecating. But then she goes on and he looks down at his lap, feeling like a jerk.

"Worry. I'm not... worried." He frowns, that last bit causing his gaze to bounce back up. "Okay, I'm... a little. But I just don't want you to feel -- obligated to do anything either." He somehow made that sound more suggestive than she did. Someone shoot him pls.