Honestly. Well, he could not say that she was wrong, or behaving inappropriately. She was, actually, probably being the more mature of either of them. Even if he still could not quite wrap his head around the idea that she could possibly want him. Even if that was acceptable in any conceivable way.

"You're not going to make me uncomfortable?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow. "I'm a fifty..." He trailed off, frowning. "Three? Four? Anyway, I'm old. I've been living alone in self-imposed exile after losing everything and you want me to respond honestly." He shook his head, a chuckle that was nearly hysterical threatening to bubble up in his throat. "This is not how I saw today going."