He doesn't bite. You shouldn't be nervous just because he's older.

[Well, not much anyawy. She reaches up to tuck her hair behind one ear and drape it over her opposite shoulder, setting her cup down and leaning back on one hand, tucking her legs slightly underneath and across. Her face would have coloured a little at the compliment if it could before she gave a small smile.]

Thanks. It's nice to know I can still rock this body.