Taking the coffee carefully and blowing on the surface, those stormy sky eyes flicked up, looking at the hand on his lapel. Darting his tongue over his lips and huffing a sigh, Reno cocked a crooked smile and shrugged.

"Can't yet, sorry babe. Kinda...feel like I'm completely outta my element right now," he admitted, more than a little uncomfortable with the fact, let alone pointing it out.

"I went at this whole thing real chill, but I'm kinda realizing you are way, way out of my league," he muttered, clearing his throat before hurrying to add, "Just by the way the world turns, not by my own choice. You're too good for me. I'm not gonna back off or anything. Sorry, yo, but I get my eyes the prize, I'm pretty much not giving up, even if I am totally outclassed. Totally, because like, I am so wrong side of the tracks, for you," the Turk laughed, lifting the mug and pressing it against his cold cheek for a moment.

"I just gotta reassess a little, because if I'm gonna screw things up later it should be for a better reason than I was a callous asshole. So...gimme a second before I start gettin' cozy and drop the coat an' all, yeah? I don't like lookin' awkward, trust me, but right now all I wanna do is bundle up on your couch, make-out and probably get a little grind on. And...I kinda figure that's not appropriate first actual date etiquette."