Veser straightens up when she starts moving in, shoulder rolling back. It probably wasn't for a kiss.

A gentleman? Anyone can talk flowery and call themselves a fucking gentleman! But who wants to?

He wasn't about to go into why he spoke like that, about it being his awful defense mechanism or the crushing loneliness he sometimes felt from his continued use of it. She was still a stranger after all.

...but she's got him on that one.

"Maybe I'll talk how I fuckin' want. If you're lookin' for a gentleman, you've got the wrong guy, babe," he says, craning his head down menacingly. That's how you woo a lady!