"Well, ain't that pretty." Not his type, really. His type are tough blondes. But still pretty, he can admit that much. "Guess you were more interested in that kiss than you let on before, huh?" Or his name, but he's good to misdirect a bit, too. He tucks his arms around her waist in return-- feels all wrong, now, she's the wrong size and wrong build, but he does it anyway-- and lets her decide when and how she's going to kiss him.