Redly's face actually turned a new shade of red. "Oh, Angsar," he groaned, pressing his hand over his eyes. That obvious, huh?
"I'm sorry," he apologized immediately. "I didn't mean to..." Offend? No. Embarrass? No, that was how he felt. "...Put you on the spot."
He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. "Please, don't take offense, but I am a gentleman, and I intend to act like one. Though, I, uh, thank you for your...consideration." Sure... That seemed completely reasonable... "If we had known each other longer, perhaps..." Or, you know, if she were a whore.