His optics opened once again when the femme had pulled back, left panting but slightly. A blue color came over his cheeks as he inspected the scratches on his arms and observed the femme’s reaction. “Is…something wrong?”
"N-no. I was just..Its just…" She then glanced away, biting at her lower lip and optics darting about a bit while she considered what the next course of action should be. "…I don’t know how to…what to…um…" Well, slag. This was harder than she thought.