"...wow, you're really hopeless, aren'tcha?" I say, giving his back a dubious look, as I pull myself up a few feet higher. "I mean, don't get me wrong, on the one hand, I'm glad, because hearing about Pepper in that context would sorta be like hearing about my Aunt May in that context, and that's just not a place I'm interested in going, but, uh, there's being a gentleman, and then there's dating things. What does that even mean, dating things? Not that I'm saying you should jump in bed -- I think you're going the right route, there, actually, you don't wanna mess that up -- but if you're hoping to impress her, I'd hope you have better game than that, c'mon. Did you do anything for Valentine's or did that get derailed by the Willy Wonka motif and the PSAs with your face on 'em?"